Shine The Brightest Poem by Brielle Aponte

I think it's quite unfair how they get to shine
They shine to taunt me with how high they are
They dance and gallop in the sky as the wind blows them along
Oh, how jealous I am of how they know they don't need the day to shine
Because you see, they shine their brightest in the inked dark that looms above
They laugh and play and sway just to tease me
They say I'm a dreamer and need to grow up
But I don't want to grow up
For, you see, when I grow up I will become part of the cruel world and lose my dreams
And I may be a dreamer, but I am definitely not the only one
I'm no longer jealous of those traitorous fires that are like freckles in the dark
I know I'm like them
Made from the star dust they personally delivered
But only the dreamers know where to uncover this pixie dust
I don't want to be tied to this world
I want to be with my dancers so we can sing to the angels
And, oh, how bright we will be
I promise to not soar too close to Father Sun
I'm no longer going to be tripping over things because the ground doesn't interest me in the slightest
I'm not jealous of those stars anymore
Because I know I'm already one of them.