Stars Carrys Our Stories
Aries burns like the first flame,
and I remember how beginnings never come quietly.
Taurus roots me in the soil,
reminding me to hold steady when storms arrive.
Gemini speaks in twin voices,
just like the arguments I carry inside my chest.
Cancer is the tide pulling me home,
waves carrying memory I thought I’d left behind.
Leo rises with the sun,
and I know hope is the roar I cannot silence.
Virgo stitches my scars into patterns,
turning survival into wisdom.
Scorpio bends me into shadow,
yet I rise, carrying ashes as proof I endured.
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