All the Stars

How do you grieve
when you’re ripped at that seams?
Like there’s never enough
time to pause, even breathe

Not ready to go
Not ready to cease
Don’t wanna believe
No sand left here to see

Never taught to release
Never taught not to beat
Never taught to give up
Never taught to make peace

Won’t accept all the signs
Won’t embrace the decline
Won’t accept all that is
Rather fight for this life

When will suffering stop?
When will struggle stand still?
Must be solace and fear
Determination and will

Blue jays flying above
Wind beneath wings in flight
No more days in the sun
Only star-studded nights

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