By Elizabeth Barrett, Liberal Studies – Psychology Major
When stars began to sparkle,
I practice my own religion,
amazed at all that is remarkable,
belittled in Earthly indecision.
Instead of bowing my head to pray,
I raise my eyes and behold, the sky
I merely sit, contemplating space.
Freedom of thought, I would never deny.
I imagine the galaxies, twinkling distant memories,
I am amazed at the sky’s magnificent serenity
I think about who I am and who I want to be
And imagine the universe being affected by me.
I let the tears flow, if that is the case,
As I unravel life’s responsibilities
Because sometimes I feel so small in this place,
When I ponder the endless possibilities.
I think of what’s been done and what can be
And mourn the fates that befall mankind
Knowing I am condemned to freedom,
Responsible for keeping or losing my mind.
I allow myself to imagine what wonders may exist,
And like the child of years ago, I still desire
To take off like a rocket into the starry abyss
I pray that is where I end up when I expire.
I feel connected to everything in those moments
And fight the heaviness that takes over my eyes,
The porch light offers artificial condolence
As I finally, resistant, trudge back inside.
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