For those of you big or small, young or old, this goes out to you.
For those of you who reach out so high that the burning in your arms almost feels like you finally touched a star, this goes out to you.
Just because I stopped writing about you, does not mean I have forgotten you all.
Just because I have chosen not to let anyone get in the way of my happy ending, does not mean I don’t see when those who have given up their dreams try to trounce on yours.
This poem goes out to you, oh broken hearted dreamers, that even if you’re still reaching for that untouchable star, never stop reaching.
Even if you manage not to catch your star, you always have a light to lead your way home.