The first star breaks through.
A beautiful voice so sweetly releases me from my mixed-up, moving mind. A deep chord raises from me. I leave behind the broken thoughts that tied me to this steadfast ground. The echo of the night sky is my cool, my safety. I am clear. I am a thread of being once again.
Where would I be if there were only sun and no stars?
On the stars, I dream the dreams of my soft heart. With the stars, I give my faith and find my hope. By the stars, I know who I am held softly in the night. I am lightness. I am invisible and brilliant. I am kind.
I am released from the need, the need I can’t seem to shake when the sun won’t show the road to peace. I am freed of noises, nuisance, and ideas in my mind that rattle until I’m confused. I can give the things that people need and kiss away the things that hurt.
In the stars, I can sing. In the stars, I can dance on the deepest sea of the of black and with sparkling white. In the stars, I can write my name.
Heaven knows I am alive.
—me strauss Letting me be