Past the Earth

Past the earth
and among the stars,
I rest my head
and ignore my scars.
They have stories of their own.
Some I hide from
and some I own.
But as I float
weightless and free,
I remember how these scars
have made me be.
Scared and alone
I've cried in the night.
No on by my side,
I won my fight.
Now I lay here
scattered among the stars,
with dust for my pillow
and a song in my heart.

The End

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