When you look up at the vast spattering of stars
so abundant you see the shape of God.
You wonder if the same glow will shine
on everyone. Who even bothers to look up?
But we don’t see the same sky.
We don’t feel the same light.
We don’t find the same guide.
We don’t shine the same way.
You find a star of hope, dimly lit,
distracted by the crowd’s shimmer.
Slowly fluttering about the sky as if it’s
begging for an escape, an embrace.
Of new horizons awaiting you,
of old ideas leaving you,
of wild wanderers willing you,
to shine beyond the orbit of any star.
Gleaming white and bright with your
new incandescent passion for life.
Nitika Balaram is a writer and lawyer with a creative soul. Her poems and flash fiction are published in Swim Press, The Insurgence, Written Tales Magazine, and Journal of Expressive Writing. She was born in India, grew up in New Zealand and Australia, and lives in Egypt with her husband. Follow her writing journey on Instagram @nitika.balaram
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