Meteor shower child,

my sky turns black for you.

Black holes are not your fault.

The Big Bang had you in mind.

There is so much purpose in all of this-

feeling like you're the smallest moon

beside a gold-ringed planet.

There are craters in your heart.

There is dark matter in your soul.

Celestial, extra-terrestrial. 

Keep shining.

Published by Kahlia Tipping