When you wish upon a star

I screamed at the sky in pain and
guilt and poverty of spirit and
it threw down a star for me.
It was so nice of a loyal friend.
I stabbed it into me and everywhere
that the skin broke, shone. And
I wanted to shine so badly,
I stabbed it into my heart.

It’s been a year since I felt the slow
burn in the coals of my heart. I’ll
never shine like the star, I know now.
My lot is to smoulder enough that I
may smear you with blackness, that
you may realise brightness in the
diminishing of it. That embedded
shard is my kindling and when I turn
to ash one day, be happy, be happy for
me – that once, I glowed.