It's  silent, it's alright,
The  broken star has finally found her light.
She touches the sky, tenebrous but fair,
Raw, magnificent, fiery and bare.
She stands still, looks at planets doing their dance,
Seeking pilgrimage, seeking light from the sun at any chance.
She cries, out of happiness this time,
No more ripostes to be given, she had learnt to shine.
She said to herself, "This time, it is a smile that I choose"
But just as she touched happiness, hell broke loose.
~*~
{Happiness to me is like a toy I had as a child. It is ragged, torn and ripped right now. }
29th may, 2017
8:31 pm