They say every atom from our bodies
Was once a part of a celestial wonder.
I am a star, distant and dying.
I can't learn to love the skies I'm under.
I walk alongside the darkness.
I've seen ghosts brighter then my soul
And yet the cosmos beckons
Leaving me silent with lungs of coal.
I remain a child of the cosmos.
Far from home.
Who speaks of tales of survival.
In the form of a poem.
I'm not sure if I'm reaching for the stars
Or just standing in the dark,
With my hands in the air...
A starchild whose lost it's spark.
~ hail
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