You told me to open
my eyes, stop shutting out the world.
I don’t think you knew, then, how frightening
the whole concept was to me —
how hard it was
to see beyond a
scattered with ash and dust
how every hour I spent
cocooned, gift-wrapped in my self-hate
was an hour
checked off, a notch in my ever-growing arsenal
how many could I sleep away?
100, 1,000, 1,000,000
You gritted your teeth, clenched
your fists and turned your face away
and still I cowered, blinded
by your sheer ferocity, how nothing deterred you.
What I know now — what I couldn’t
put into words then — is
that not all stars shine
with the same brilliance, my dear.
In fact, the sad truth is that some of us
aren’t stars at all. Just