constellations
title: constellations
original: poem
rating: K
also archived: on fictionpress.com
original publish date: 24 february 2006
i am a small star, a shimmering glint of hope and memory, searching for a place to belong, somewhere that i can shine through the darkness, a constellation.
i wonder why things that are came to came to be, and if i can make a difference, how?
i hear a bittersweet song sung in an ancient tongue, long-forgotten and haunting, floating on a cool breeze through a midnight forest under a blanket of stars. the eerie melody fades, and suddenly vanishes into the moonlit woods.
i see but a glimpse of the world around me, am both frightened, and fascinated by its vastness and complexity.
i want to find a place, a constellation, where I belong and can make a difference.
i am a small star, a shimmering glint of hope and memory, searching for a place to belong, somewhere that i can shine through the darkness, a constellation.
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i pretend to be someone i am not, to fit in, losing a bit of my identity day by day until i have morphed completely into one of the conformist “others”.
i feel like a white puzzle piece amidst a box of black ones, out of place and confused, searching for something, anything familiar; i am lost and alone.
i touch, gingerly, the pages of delicate papyrus that document years upon years of a lost civilization and realize with a sinking feeling how small and insignificant i am.
i worry that i will fade away into shadow, as a small flame diminishes and leaves the winter night icy and black as if it had never been at all.
i cry inside knowing that i am alone in a crowd; i do not belong.
i am a small star, a shimmering glint of hope and memory, searching for a place to belong, somewhere that i can shine through the darkness, a constellation.
-
i understand now that it is alright to cry, alright to let fall burning, salty tears, but i cannot lose hope.
i say that i can, and will do my best to make a difference, however small it may be.
i dream that i run through late-spring fields, bare feet dancing through the cool, fresh grass and wildflowers of every shade, leading a blissful, carefree existence where i belong that you can smell in the crisp, clean rain.
i try to lift my head during the rainstorms, catching the scent of belonging in the precious sapphire drops.
i hope that someday that someday everyone will find a place in which they belong, a constellation that they can call home.
i am a small star, a shimmering glint of hope and memory, searching for a place to belong, somewhere that i can shine through the darkness, a constellation.
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original a/n: i am poems are fun...
added notes: 6 november 09~ i wrote this as an assignment in eighth grade. yay! haha. despite its emo/angst at some points, i'm still rather happy with it.
thanks for reading!
original: poem
rating: K
also archived: on fictionpress.com
original publish date: 24 february 2006
i am a small star, a shimmering glint of hope and memory, searching for a place to belong, somewhere that i can shine through the darkness, a constellation.
i wonder why things that are came to came to be, and if i can make a difference, how?
i hear a bittersweet song sung in an ancient tongue, long-forgotten and haunting, floating on a cool breeze through a midnight forest under a blanket of stars. the eerie melody fades, and suddenly vanishes into the moonlit woods.
i see but a glimpse of the world around me, am both frightened, and fascinated by its vastness and complexity.
i want to find a place, a constellation, where I belong and can make a difference.
i am a small star, a shimmering glint of hope and memory, searching for a place to belong, somewhere that i can shine through the darkness, a constellation.
-
i pretend to be someone i am not, to fit in, losing a bit of my identity day by day until i have morphed completely into one of the conformist “others”.
i feel like a white puzzle piece amidst a box of black ones, out of place and confused, searching for something, anything familiar; i am lost and alone.
i touch, gingerly, the pages of delicate papyrus that document years upon years of a lost civilization and realize with a sinking feeling how small and insignificant i am.
i worry that i will fade away into shadow, as a small flame diminishes and leaves the winter night icy and black as if it had never been at all.
i cry inside knowing that i am alone in a crowd; i do not belong.
i am a small star, a shimmering glint of hope and memory, searching for a place to belong, somewhere that i can shine through the darkness, a constellation.
-
i understand now that it is alright to cry, alright to let fall burning, salty tears, but i cannot lose hope.
i say that i can, and will do my best to make a difference, however small it may be.
i dream that i run through late-spring fields, bare feet dancing through the cool, fresh grass and wildflowers of every shade, leading a blissful, carefree existence where i belong that you can smell in the crisp, clean rain.
i try to lift my head during the rainstorms, catching the scent of belonging in the precious sapphire drops.
i hope that someday that someday everyone will find a place in which they belong, a constellation that they can call home.
i am a small star, a shimmering glint of hope and memory, searching for a place to belong, somewhere that i can shine through the darkness, a constellation.
---
original a/n: i am poems are fun...
added notes: 6 november 09~ i wrote this as an assignment in eighth grade. yay! haha. despite its emo/angst at some points, i'm still rather happy with it.
thanks for reading!