The Problem With Everyone

“I am the soft star-shine at night” from the poem Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep by Mary Elizabeth Frye

Why oh why can’t I
Be who I truly am?
It’s a struggle for many, and the
Vulnerabilities so soft,
Are lost until you wish upon a star,
For help so you can shine,
But also stay soft and kind at
Those times where everything is dark as night.

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