You Are Not a Stilted Star
You
must understand that this is not
The End.
You
are a dynamite of love
a spark of clarity
a clear charisma
a seed of serenity
a walking whirlwind
a light
on a hill
unhidden
—and needed.
You
must understand that all that has gone
is gone
that in the flash of now
the noblest hopes
the nagging, necessary yearnings
can—right now—
grow right deep down through you into becoming
into declaring themselves true
and existing.
You
have years of magnitude moments
of love legacies to leave
of lethargy to lift
of heart-hollows to heal
and handle carefully
as not one else other can or will
as not an else other will see or say
You
have eager epiphany eyes
earnest ears
and longing lips
patient fingertips
to pry open a pandora
of loveliness
that could otherwise die
for wont of seeing
You
must understand that
this
now
is
the Start of starts.
You are not
a stilted
star;
—but a vibrance
and a vigour,
alive
among this alignment
of miracle moments
alive
—defiantly—against the
driven darkness
alive
–although the ache in you of strangled stillness
alive
with fighting fists
to keep the fire of You
Free.
Xx, Kay