Stardust

Night by Mathias Herheim
Picture By: Mathias Herheim

A million stars in the cosmos,
Pieces of dust that make you up at the utmost.
That’s where you’re from – the dust,
So tell me what’s your worth?
Dirt?
Are you holes in the blanket of night?
A thousand different lights in the universe –
Galaxies of dust that spin far off course.
You’re made of dust – stardust,
So that’s your worth. So much more than just
Dirt.

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Who You Are

 Drew Hays
Picture By: Drew Hays

Why do you hide?
You say, “I’m such a mistake.”
Who told you that lie?
You just went and cried.
I asked why you were a mistake.
You named everything you didn’t possess,
So I told you being true was better than being fake.
But still you chased worldly success.
I wondered why money would fix you.
“Then I could have everything,” you reprove.
But you’re lying, your words aren’t true:
Money can’t buy you love.
I asked you if you wanted to be content.
“Yes,” you said, in awe.
So I told you how to live without regret:
Just be who you are.
Stop hiding.
Stop chasing money.
Stop lying.
Start believing.