Teardrop in the ocean

Why would a being

with bones forged in supernova,

stardust rippling through her veins,

need a planet

to orbit her gravity;

a watchful sentry

to keep her safe?

Why would a boundless ocean,

depths darker than nightmares,

need an anchor to tether,

or a dam to hinder her;

a bejewelled cage

masquerading as home?

To be loathed

is to be lissomely liberated;

to be rejected

is to be reverently rerouted;

to be abandoned

is to be embraced

in inner authority

and authenticity

And in that knowing,

unearth the sacred North Star within,

reunite with your old friend

from the womb of your tomb—

a teardrop

merging with the ocean,

returning at last

to yourself,

the home

you’ve always cradled within