“A Flying Star”
by Sophia O’Brien
I wish I was a star, but I instead have a lot of scars.
Scars of failures, and sadness that sinks deep into everywhere.
As I lay on the ground, I cried.
I look up at the stars, and I dream of joy.
Not the joy of shining bright to everyone.
But the joy of hoping to be able to feel the joy of flying.
To be able to fly with the stars, and to be able to fly to the greatest galaxies.
I want to be someone who can be up in the sky, not on the ground.
I want to be a star, and fly very far.
Stars don’t just shine, they fly in the midnight sky.
When I see the night sky, I see bright stars, and scary nightmares.
Nightmares that are clear, and make me shed a tear.
They always remind me that my fears are near.
Gives me a heart ache, I’m full of hate.
Being stuck on the ground makes me have doubts about never being found.
My star is something that’s not mine.
I want to leave this world that’s mean.
I realize that I don’t belong with the other bright stars.
I’m here, where I can’t leave, and not free.
I want to run with my passion, and fly to my paradise.
Stars don’t just fly, they never die.
I once had a star, but then it left with my passion to nowhere.
I’m now tied to my ambition.
The ground is quiet, and keeps me from flying.
I try to keep on climbing, because I realize that stars never die.
In my heart no one can say that I’m not a star.
Because wanting my passion to get out of this prison and fly and take me before
it’s too late.
Stars never run out of time, never die, and they fly.
