Stars on the path

     And to the star in the sky who felt that she was nothing more than a dimly lit speck of dust:
Do not forget the beauty from the ashes of which you have risen.
Beautifully.
Through the hell, and combustion of everything you ever knew- you survived.
Your fragile state of being shattered into millions of shards, and you rebuilt yourself from the wreckage. You are not the same star you once were. Your aura is not what it once was.
You are the culmination of beauty from pain.

You are the collection of memories that have been laid across the grass in a thick fog of misty tears,
The emptying of yourself, as you unload the shame.
      The baggage. 
               The pain and trauma of which you cannot bear to utter from your lips.
You are the survivor- and though you tremble beneath your thoughts, and fears- you are still moving forward. 
You are more than the perfectionistic thoughts which you try so hard to control in your fragile state of being, which I see trying so hard to make things right....
it's not your job.
The delicate, bones and muscles which tighten into little fits of rage and wild fear because you are afraid of the world around you.
It isn't as scary as it seems.

I know that things will not always come out as planned, and you feel you are falling short.
Perhaps it is the haunting echoes that arise from the midnight valley of denigrating words the others have told you... that you have told yourself.
The deceit in the mirror which whispers its harsh chides that leave you in your empty hollow bones.
You feel the storm is so intense that you have lost your light, and do not know how to gain it back.
But your beauty radiates from within you brighter than you will ever understand.

I see the pond that sits serene from the surface, and the calm night sky,
but I understand the storm that brews underneath.
The unmistakable gravity in its black hole that is drawing everything you have ever loved down to its lonely abyss.
I see deep undeniable pain beneath your eyes- your spirit, and your light you feel that has grown dim.
I see the deceit, and I know there is still beauty somewhere to be found.

I do not know the way back to the path- nor do I know how to fix the messes which I have created.
I wish I could look to the beauty of the earth, and its unpredictability and know the answers. My darling, how I wish I knew.
But I see in your light, the speck that still glimmers, and with this light as my guide-
I may be wandering, but I will never be truly lost.