Poem 8

[abyssalcalexan]

We are made of stars
And luck
And grit
Free and willing
To stake our claim
And shout it to the universe and void
Daring them to make us move
We endure and survive
And it’s not always pretty
But we cut our own path
Forging ahead through darkness
And troubles
Determined to our starcores
To keep moving
Changing
Adaption
Kindling stories and ideas
Existing long past
Around
Our physical mortal shells
When we join the void once more
Sparking lights to follow
For those who look