Reach for the Stars

 

What do you see when you look at me?

Am I just a kid in a graphic tee,

Or can you see the deeper side of me?

Everything has its place and meaning.

I live by a certain code

But im close to breaking it,

And it'd be my fault.

What happens though,

If I do and its all for naught…

 

A young girl stares up at the night sky.

And sees the great heroes of the past

Outlined in the stars above.

She reaches to the brightest

But she is too small,

Her arms are too short,

She cannot reach the result most beneficial.

She finds a ladder,

And climbs to her wits end.

Aspiration rises with her elevation level

And at last she reaches the top of her plight.

She reaches out to the closest

But she is too small,

Her arms are too short,

She cannot reach the idol she admires the most.

She holds her breath and jumps,

Ready and determined

To grasp the treasure in her arms,

Only for them to slide from her skin

As if they were just hot ball of gas.

She falls through the stars,

One by one.

She screams,

But the deep vacuum of space

Steals the voice from her throat.

If a girl screams, spiraling through space,

And there is no one but the empty stars to hear her,

Does she make a sound?

The full moon,

Once larger than life,

Seems to shrink with each passing second.

She calls on her hero

And invokes the mighty constellation it represents.

She reaches out to the strongest,

But she is too small,

Her arms are too short,

She cannot reach the thing she desires the most.

Author's Note

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