My gift, my curse

The nail that sticks out gets hammered down...

I understand this.
I know there's not an exact science to back up
what I'm about to relay but I know
deep inside the core of what I call my truth center
that it's dead on.

Stars that burn the brightest
have the most violent and troubled interior.

You sit in your lawn chairs, sipping mojitos, enjoying their beauty.
You wait for them to fall
and when they do you wish for something good to happen to you.
The last thing you ever want to do is to touch their surface.
The last thing you ever want to do is to orbit their fury.

They all die quicker than most.
They burn out and eventually
sink into themselves creating
a hole the likes of which you've never seen.


Ray Strickland

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