A Wounded Star
A wounded star
f e l l
to Earth on the night he left.
It grew too heavy with wishes made by my heart being bereft.
A twinkling star shattered into pieces of a million bits or more
when my deluge of requests weakened its fiery core.
Wishing upon heavenly bodies is what we dreamers do.
I hope this one forgave me when it bid the night adieu.
How painful it must have been to fade as a shining star,
plunging to its death from the weight of my scars.
Glistening light darkened when its points were b r o k e n,
chiseled away by caustic words, bitterly spoken.
Would if I could, gather all the little pieces in my hand
and mold them into a new star upon love's command.
Until I find a way, in fragments the shards will remain,
a Heavenly body now fallen because of love's disdain.
Once emblazoned as fire, it was a diamond drifting across the sky.
I will be forever guilt-ridden with sorrow, knowing I caused it to die.
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September 21, 2016
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