Little Grounded Stars

We are just little grounded stars

On a spinning globe in an expansive galaxy

And our hours here are limited, just a handful of heartbeats

To make this life matter.

What if we run out of time, dear soul,

To breathe in the peaceful, summer evenings when everything is still?

What if we have spent so long believing we were undeserving,

That we’ve forgotten we are stars?

Published by Quietest Poet

Writer, mother, counselor, flower gardener, recipe seeker, and Netflix lover.

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