The sky was endless
the night I heard
my own voice call me
towards a life
so immense and infinite
that I tore up the pages of that old story,
so small and insignificant,
that my pain had written
for me.
By moonlight,
I wrote a new story
large enough to hold
every constellation,
every dream I had once
been too scared to speak,
every song my soul
had ever longed
to sing.
I wrote it across
the stars, and signed
my name with a promise
I would die
before breaking.
I wonder what those million
shining miracles
above your head
whisper to you
each night.
I wonder
what bright, brilliant life
the stars are begging
you to live.
- Matthew Foley
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