My Stars

I could be anywhere, but I’m here.

With you all

told we weren’t worthy

This the Island of Misfit Souls!

All pushed away, and tried, and forgotten.

How dare we show our smiles so blatantly.

How dare we be happy when they said

we couldn’t deserve it,

when we didn’t earn it,

when we were born wrong.

How dare we dance with the faeries

in their circles of light.

How dare we dance alongside our demons tonight.

How dare we to exist at all.

In this our island of salvation,

we found each other,

us fractured souls.

And slowly we mend,

and slowly we glow,

and slowly we fight the harsh words.

The cruelty

the hatred we lived through so long ago.

We were born perfect

created in magic.

Not to be what they wanted

but to be wanted for what we are.

And that is far more than enough

and as worthy as any star

to shine

and glow

and to be flawless in its splendor

only us other souls can know.

Star Gazing

I have spent hours upon hours of my life gazing at the stars. I have always been so enraptured by the peaceful feeling that permeates through my mind and soul while staring into that endless space of sparkles. It makes me feel so small and so insignificant, but in the best way possible. It reminds me that life itself is a miracle. We are all, all of us humans, small bits of magic. The problems that I believe are problems do not exist. The possibilities of this universe are infinite. Each and every moment is a gift of chance. The choices that speed up my heart and keep me awake into the hours of the morning are not worth the worry.

The stars remind me that it will be okay. The world will continue, and life, this life we live deserves to be enjoyed. Life needs to be appreciated and loved. Life deserves adventures and laughter. I deserve all of these things.

Worry, stress, and rage have no place under my night sky, the color of my soul, black, sparkly, and infinite. If you are in the right place away from the rest of the world. If you take the time to step away from the rest of us humans and our lights every color is there just waiting to be seen.

When I stand there in the darkness and look up at the flickering lights older than life itself; I feel endless, infinite, and invincible. And you, you beautiful bit of magic, are one of the only human beings I have ever known who makes me feel the same.

©C. O’Connor, 2018