Stars

Stars in the night sky give me a false sense of hope They brighten the dark and allow me to look ahead They let me move forward confidently rather than let me walk around senseless

I am able to shake the demons in my head and wear my pain with pride As I look up I see a million stars, and notice a gorgeous one right at the tip of my nose It flickered until it died

Then I realized— It's core is what kept it alive It may have been bright, but it couldn't shine for long. For even the most beautiful star, if weak, will never survive in the dark...