PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

When I look at the stars, the dull light they bring us, I think about someone. It starts out with a girl that believed she was not enough for the world. That her hands had cut her freedom, while her mouth was sealed with problems within her. She noticed those small details, that would break her down gradually. No, she never gave a look that would express what was happening. Or maybe she did, because every time she looked at others her eyes would water. And what hurt her the most was that no one would ask why she might be struggling. Yet she knew that those people were not doing something wrong, because she is not entitled to them nor they have the responsibility to make her feel desired. This made her feel unimportant and like a burden, which led her to avoiding them and not even wanting to talk to them. Little by little she held anger. Or I would not call it anger. But little by little her light was fluttering, the stars were blinking. There was dimness in the room. And you wouldn’t be able to notice her, or were you? The intensity of problems would not get bigger, yet the number of problems had continued. The light never went off, yet it did explode and left everyone in shock. A meteor had just crashed, were the flames were at its crest. This light was depressed, sorrowful, and enraged. This girl felt very small, apart, away. This story gets to its peak, when people got a hold of her and noticed the heat. But by now, she wasn’t sure enough, if someone could really change her emotions now. Weak and unable to hear them speak. They tried to console her, but at times it did not feel too real. This story does not end with sadness. She slowly confronted herself and found out the beauty that what was inside her. She did struggle, and it did take time to feel content. But people reassured her why they wanted her there. The stars now flicker with brilliance and vividness. She has somewhat left her past, and was able to rise above it. I feel close to the stars because they remind me of myself. The process of being hurt, redemption, and love marked my strength. No matter how visible this light is you will always know, that these stars make your night better, well no, they make your life better because they are a part of your home.