It is so dark outside. It is so cold.
Even the stars don’t shine through the mist tonight. I saw a vague moon when I biked through the December darkness.
I only see the stars of wood next to the candle. Reflecting the light instead of being the source.
I wish I was a star. Shining bright.
Sometimes I know that I am. But other moments I don’t feel like shining at all.
Then I just want to curl up under the cover of my warm and safe bed where no one can hurt me.
I wish I was star. Shining bright.
Do I expect too much of myself or do I simply ask too much?
Just a little bit of warmth. Just a little bit of light.
That’s all that I ask for. To be a star. Shining bright.
Especially on the dark, cold nights when it’s a little hard to believe.