In the end, gravity wins.
We have been in a tug-of-war for as long as I can remember, and now finally, I have caved under Your Mighty Hand.
In the end, gravity always wins and we end up collapsing into one another like a worn out star; this fight has taken it’s toll on the brightness I used to so easily emit.
Light years have easily slipped through my fingers,
Time spent casually sliding through the days, a vacuum of space between what You destined and what I chose,
Between what You desired and what was chosen for me.
The death stage of this sinking, seething, stellar star has found it’s beginning.
What a beautiful beginning it was-
The black hole consumed, it radiated darkness.
We could not find our way through this exhausted escape.
It was a whirlwind, a path I found myself lost a trillion times over.
This burdened black hole brought me to my knees one evening when I could no longer handle the agony of a life with no light.
It pushed me to You,
To You.
You placed a simple finger on me,
and I exploded.
This eruptive, explosive event formed me into a supernova,
Where you allowed all my flawed, apathetic pieces to fly into ceaseless space, only to bring me together once more,
A sudden brightening I have never known before.
Perhaps there was a purpose to the seemingly senseless black hole that ate away the sunlight from our sunken eyes.
For it brought me to broken blackness, and now I have accepted what it is to know Stellar Brightness, what it is to contract, spin, and die to myself.
Like a simple atom,
Sometimes what we think is dense, full and bursting of life is an empty disappointment.
Now you have set me free to roam the galaxies, to wonder at all the knowledge of the many worlds I am discovering through Your heart.
In the end, gravity wins, and I have fallen. I have collapsed into myself, only to be found new; brighter than ever before.
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