Sun and Shooting Star (An Original Poem)

The Shooting Star flew in the night,

Lost and alone, a comet amongst

Unmoving brethren set on a

Course for nothing more than a

Bleak future of nothingness.

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She was the bright, burning sun,

Who shone in my life every

Day for the full two years.

Even in the eclipse, she gave

Me the light to carry on.

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The dark of the night surrounded me,

And showed me the shooting Star.

Together we laughed;

Together we cried;

Together we searched the world,

And together we ignored everyone.

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The light of the Sun surrounded me,

And showed me what my life was.

Together we sang,

Together we danced,

Together we found the melodies

That would forever bind us.

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So there I stood, with Sun and Star,

Light and Dark both within my heart.

This in-between which rips me apart,

And gives me a glimpse of both futures:

To choose the Light Sun

And to always be happy,

Or to choose the Dark Star,

And to always be honest.

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To choose the Sun,

To sing,

To dance,

To be who I want to be.

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To choose the Star,

To laugh,

To cry,

To have someone by my side.

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So I choose both,

The Sun and the Star,

For what is Light without the Dark?

And what is Dark without the Light?

And so it tears me up inside,

As I struggle to tame them both,

As I struggle to walk the line,

As I struggle with tears,

Both of sorrow and of joy.