The Stars: A Reflection
I lie in bed and listen to the crickets serenading the night. With heavy eyes I look to the moon and stars above. Not a cloud is in the sky, only millions of sparkling diamonds dancing in the night.
Never have I envied something more as I do the stars. I stare in awe and wonder at their beauty and radiance, far surpassing anything I could ever hope to be. Oh, what I would give to posses such an understated presence and knowledge they contain. Not even the moon can contest with them for the affection of men. What gives the stars such significance and grace? How do they have the power to make me question all that I have come to be?
I hate feeling inferior. I hate knowing that something so small, something as insignificant to me can take away my power, my glory, and all that I strive to be. Nothing dictates me unless it is by my own accord. So why do the stars make me feel so empty? And, worst of all, so utterly alone?
I want to tear the stars from the sky and bury them under the ground where they could never again entice men to gaze upon their beauty. I want to shield my eyes to keep from becoming entranced by their radiant light.
But alas, the stars are a formidable opponent. I cannot shy away from the respect they so graciously demand. I am yet another victim, knowingly and acceptingly, to the charm of the stars. I give into their beauty and find contentment in their wake. I no longer hold them in contempt for being what they were created to be. An ever present and exquisite gift from the heavens above.