How I Look at the Stars

I’ve been holding onto this feeling
Of hot tears damned behind dry eyes
For days now, and the pressure builds.
There’s this rattling in my chest
When I inhale sharply, anxiety
Spreading out from my lungs to my heart.
I hold no expectation of healing –
This I’ll feel and fight and accept for life,
For the tears will return once the dam breaks
And the chest will hold my fears
Until the final hollow breath –
But I can hope for peace,
I believe I deserve peace
With who I am and how I feel pain.
With how I feel joy.
With how I look at the stars at night
And wonder how my light would shine
If we could all be seen
As beacons of our essence.

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