Year ago I sat around waving a white flag,
that’s about it, I said to myself.
These clouds keep swirling around.
From blue moon that spelled like
a round Saphire on my thirteenth birthday,
to stars that dropped from the night sky.
I ran to the balcony to gather star dust –
concrete jungle surrounding young girl
with eyes open wide.
Stardust in my hair, dirt faced I asked –
am I sparkling yet? Glowing like a star?
And you smiled and said that I am your star.
Your silver hair shone with wisdom
while I gathered dirt to keep it in my pocket
to shine on a rainy day.
Decades passed since,
I still remember that night,
the glow in your eyes.
That warm smile. You knew!
So as I sat giving-up hope, knowing
dogs and cats are just about
the only good things on a rainy day
that I have got for me;
I was reminded of the stardust gathered.
That night I did indeed catch a falling star,
it remained in my pocket, waiting.
Waiting for its moment. Reminding me:
I can be dirt faced but not dud.
It’s time to shine again.
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