A Light Of My Own

I swore that I got my light from the North Star

When I was just a flicker in the rolling fields of dark satin

I prayed to the sky,

“Grant me a dimmer backdrop

So that I may rise out of it”

I prayed to the star,

“Cast me a brighter light

So that I too, can lead the lost”

It illuminated me,

Punched and choked out all of the darkness within me,

Streaming to the roots of my being,

Dazzling, blazing,

A gleaming testimony to my triumphs

I stood at last next to the North Star

No longer yearning for its brilliance

But instead dancing a waltz with it,

My glorious counterpart

And I whispered into the black abyss,

“I am my own star.”

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