My Wishing Star

If I had to be deserted Upon an island shore And was forced to give up something That I couldn't have anymore. I would tell them they could have anything My money, my house, my car The object that I need the most In the northern skies, I need my wishing star. My star is what encourages me Picks me up when I am down,  Listens to all my worries When I have my frequent breakdowns. My star smiles down upon me It tells me that I'm beautiful It says, "whatever you put your mind to, I know that it is doable" I feel its presence  It the stillness of the night, It tucks me in, keeps me warm And kisses me goodnight. You cannot take my wishing star It means so much to me, To the star I have given all my worries And they all have been set free. You can't take my star It just isn't fair Please don't take my star My mother lives up there. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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