A sob, a tear, one drop of pure pain.
I would not let go.
I would not become useless.
I would not be torn into shreds.
I am strong. I will survive.
Through the vast expanse of the sky, I am a broken star.
Among so many others.
The closest diamonds, shining brightly in the dark sky,
illuminate a path.
Not paved, crooked, twisted, gnarled with problems and worries,
But I will not fall. I will rise, and I will shine brighter than any other star in the cosmos.
I shall overcome.
I will mend. I will grow. I will thrive, and fix myself. I will not be broken.
I will mend others. Grow others. Thrive others. Fix others.
So maybe one day, there are no more broken stars in the sky.