Star Born

I was not born from dust the earth could keep,

But forged in light that learned to breathe in dark;

Before my name had shape or sound or sleep,

I stirred within the silence, lit by spark.

The heavens bent, and time began to sway,

A slow repeating song of rise and fall;

I felt my pulse align with night and day,

A measured step inside creation’s call.

I fell through ages curved like burning arcs,

Through drifting ash of long-forgotten suns;

Each scar I carried glimmered into marks

That taught my soul how many ways one runs.

The stars still hum in patterns old and deep,

They bloom, collapse, return in silent grace;

Their memory is something I still keep,

A hidden map no darkness can erase.

When fear arrives like shadows drawn in flame,

And gravity of loss pulls hard and fast,

I hear the cosmos whisper me my name

And show me how to rise beyond the past.

For chaos bends, but never breaks the law

That lifts the spark again from shattered form;

From every fall, a greater rise I saw,

From every night, a more enduring dawn.

So call me child of distant fire and curve,

Of ordered chance and wandering design;

I walk the edge where mortals doubt and serve,

Yet carry stars within this heart of mine.

Between the dark that was and light to be,

Between the end and where beginnings run,

I stand, still shaped by wave and destiny-

Not lost to space, but endlessly star-born.