I feel like I am a shooting star
lighting up the heavens, burning bright, fast and far
And then I catch myself, grab myself and stop
Afraid I will burn up and go out
Yet
I long to see the how far and how bright I can burn
And, I wonder if
The place in which I find myself
when I land, is a new and wonderous place
That before could never have been open to me
Perhaps
A burnt cinder, a used up thing in a new place is exactly what I need to be, exactly where I should be.
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