Poem #9: Stars from Dust
I see stars that appear in the sky before me.
Fixed in place, too happy to me.
Jealousy and the distance between me and them, intimidates my purpose.
Sometimes I forget that there is more than enough room in the vastness of space.
That everyone finds their place sooner than others.
Some give birth to planets early.
Others fall into success and become moons much later than their counterparts. ————————————————————
Sometimes I feel the pressure of perfecting everything at the same time.
I try to become universes before mastering being dust. ————————————————————
I don’t understand why I am so overwhelmed.
What took atoms billions of years to change and create.
I give myself days. ————————————————————
I look to give up or decide I am failure or I cry “I’m not cut out for this” massive mess I rushed.
But now I remember, even stars continue to change, get brighter, become dim and sometimes fall from their place.
My favorite stars are ones that help show me my place.
They glitter bright reminding me when I forget.
There is more than enough space.
They wait patiently for me.
As I take fast and slow strides.
I first want to learn what type of star I want to be.
Before pondering the universe I want to create with other stars, planets and moons. -Boola
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