(c) 11/14/2021
The Star is undeniable beauty
and is surrounded by lesser orbs,
by flowers, birds, even glossy-backed beetles,
and fuzzy bees.
The star balances jugs of water the way
the mature among us balance our emotions
preferring neither one or the other.
I was a star once, up on stage
and in one hand I held a pitcher of fear and anxiety
and leaned forward to hold back the nausea
while in the other hand I held a pitcher of gratitude and
self-love.
For a moment I was bright and beautiful.
Somedays the bucket of fear weighs more
than my meagre gratitude can balance.
So much resentment for other things moves in
like earthworms doubling up
eating away the resolve to love myself.
Other days, I shine.
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