Guiding Star


The word crushed and smothered and erased

Leaving me on the floor gasping and confused

So lonely and untrusting of myself

Until a star came out of the darkness

Shining and swadling me in warmth

The star was a guiding star, showing me the way

Redefining words

Making me trust myself, love myself

And him.

How is it possible to repay a star so bright?

Any gift would be so small in comparison

The guiding star helps so many and expects nothing, and that is why this star shines brighter than the rest.


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