Stardust

I open my eyes and see a reflection.
I only wear your skin, draped with your tattered ambitions.
I have spread my freedom thin.
I feel unloved and insecure, as if the expression of my soul is caressed by shadows.
Scared they'll be ignored if I dare to face the sunshine.

All fucked up, this mess is like a hurricane.
Clothed so tenderly by my outer calm.
But right in the middle of my chest, is a gun.
With the promise of pulling the trigger.
If I refuse to kneel and obey.

But I know I'm made for bleeding myself till peace, not an internal war with biochemical and frequency demons.
As the matter outside, the stardust which I share with the moon, the trees and the free butterflies, is unified with my terrified spirit.

Yes, I feel terrified.
But this stardust, I deeply believe and have the faith, will burst from every pore of my skin.
My personal irisdescent.

Burst, dear stardust burst.
Let yourself be known.
So that I become more like myself.

The child of the universe holding its hand, whispering, "I have faith in you. "