You have been

breathing for twenty springs,

You have seen

the soft glow of the sun,

thawing the frozen earth

Year after year.

You have wanted

to slip into the atmosphere,

tear the air to another dimension,

slide through another life

Another beginning.

You have begun

claiming an existence.

Not hiding in the void where I am,

Swallowed by obscurity and frailty.

You have made me proud,

Embracing your reality and

Radiating energy with

The force of a thousand supernovas,

Illuminating the dim that consumes me.

You have warned me,

Don't listen to their selfish

Negativity.

We do not need to have it all planned out,

following their routes and markers as if they are gouged

In our skin.

Expected to be whole and manageable,

When they broke us.

We are measuring our own minutes.

We are spinning our own stories.

We are the divinity of the universe.

Can you see the nebula?

I have to die so you can live.