Stardust

With eyes wide open

the girl looks up into the midnight.

And as she searches for her family to help

illuminate the pastures of this destiny 

she was asked to forfill-

if only it was because it was etched line by line in her palm.

So as the lines that divide the heart, the head and the life

split catastrophically

Only to re collide like a supernova

She wonders if she should bask in the glory of the stardust

that rains down from the sky

As the particles stick to her skin like kisses

or like a new hope.

With eyes bigger than the stars 

she hopes to lose the clouded visions of public affirmation

When she knows it should start from the self.

The self.

Something she doesn't realize that would inspire her beyond the point 

of Recognition

but close to the point of Salvation.

So as her destiny that is etched in the palm of hands

gently grasp towards the sky

She loses herself in the oblivion of learning to understand herself

Line by line.