Star Child
how does it feel
to stand in the quiet after everything you believed in has fallen silent
to watch your dreams die slowly
not in one dramatic collapse
but softly
like petals loosening from a flower that tried so hard to bloom
i keep thinking
if just one of them had reached for me
if one fragile, shining dream
had slipped its tiny hand into mine
and said
stay
maybe the sky would have answered
maybe a star would have burned itself hollow
just to send me that small, proud, glowing hope
the kind that once lived in my chest
the kind that wished without fear
that believed wishing was enough
but someone wished against them
and their wish was louder
heavier
stronger
and in the end
my alter won
the guarded voice
the survival instinct
the one who learned how not to need
and my inner child
she lost
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she stood there with her arms full of constellations
and no one came
she is still down there somewhere
beneath the weight of abandoned promises
beneath the quiet
drowning not in water
but in the ache of what could have been
her dreams drift around her
bright and broken
like shattered glass catching the last of the light
and yet
deep beneath the ruin
beneath the smoke and the sinking
there is still a spark
small
shaking
but alive
a stubborn ember of truth
that whispers
i was real
i mattered
i still do
and maybe that is what hurts the most
that even after everything
the fire refuses to die…
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