I Am Stardust

I am stardust, sown into sinew,

the breath of galaxies whispered into a cage of skin.

A radiant pulse, wrapped in hunger and hurt,

divine fire limping on human feet.

I am the marvel and the mess,

a miracle in motion,

cracked with memory,

tender with old wounds that tremble

when the wind blows wrong.

Sometimes, I forget.

I chase worth as if it’s a finish line,

flinch at ghosts only I can see,

fold into the ache of not-enough.

But life,

life is a mirror that breaks and reassembles,

each shard a reminder:

I am the light and the shadow,

the temple and the breaking.

And in that reflection,

I see us all,

fragments of forever,

trying to remember

we were never apart.