People act
as if you are so small,
that you are cold
trapped in a casket
buried beneath the ground
you do not breathe love
you are as alone
as a leaf
in the wind.
They say you are lesser,
the wasted oxygen
spun sour
between your lungs.
That a meer dust speck in space
is more than you.
The truth is,
you are a plant
growing in the ground,
rooted to the sun.
that you are made
of a constellation,
billions of stars
in one entity
enough to make
one universe burn
You are much more
than all
you'll ever hear.

The End

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