I wrote this poem a few years ago when I had an important decision to make regarding my own state of mind and where I wanted to go. Since I've recently come across many of you in the same position as what I was in back then, I thought I'd share this. There's always light at the end of the tunnel. I was standing on the precipice Of what would or would not be, And with my mind I fought To falter or be free. Though with my dying star, It’s colours all Indigo and gold, I couldn’t stray too far From it’s light or captivating hold. I wished upon it, Almost down on my knees, I loved it and worshipped it, As silly as it seemed. And then I realised: it’s light…it was fading And I couldn’t save it from itself, I turned away, even though I wanted to stay, Anyway… It no longer mattered what I felt. So, I chose to be strong, be free, And I walked away from all that spoilt and marred, But then I remembered what I loved for, and lived for, And now I no longer wish upon that star.
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