The Weight of Your Cosmos

A poem about self-forgiveness

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All this time I’ve spent
Beseeching the galaxy and her nebulae —
How can I live with it?
Forgiveness rides shotgun on a shooting star
Carving a blazing trail against the pitch of night
How? I plead
Need I only reach out my hands and grasp at it?

But that star as good as lands in another universe and I
Squint my eyes against its glimmer anyway
For who am I to cede the shame?
Who am I to frolic in the possibility of repetition?
Perhaps anger alone stands guard between redemption and the knee-jerk
Ill impulse

And who might I be, to decide that enough is enough?
Who might I be to
Grieve, to let go
Of that which will never gleam with each ounce of the magic it was
Meant to?

Well, the galaxy whispers,
You are the one who must carry it within your cosmos.