Trembling stars

I see a trembling star, I ask her,

“Why do you tremble?”

“I am afraid of the dark.”

“You? You who are made of light!”

“The light you see is who I used to be. Now I’m naught but a rock.”

I put my hand on her cold, rugged body, in an attempt to calm her down, as I tell her;

“You know, just because you’re consumed by darkness, doesn’t mean others can’t see your light.”

– J

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