Stagnant Star
I feel just like a stagnant star
Bold and beautiful,
But can’t get far.
My eyes are shining
With unshed tears
My heart radiates the heat
Of long-held fears.
My soul brushed With touches of gold
But to humankind they’ve naught been told.
A Star, indeed, yet stuck so-
Ready to bloom into Divinity, ready to grow
Into a shining Nova that consumes every other star
But consequences allow that I will not get far.
Copyright © Olivia Schwickerath | Year Posted 2022
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