Past the Stars

Past the Stars

Find your footing on the ground 

Solid, like you know who you are 


 

Watch it soar through the sky 

Like a broken piece of the sun 


 

Shooting up past the stars 

Still locked in your mind 


 

Burning bright 

As it grazes the clouds 


 

As you move so swiftly 

Chasing the dreams you once held close 


 

Focus as if I can see into your mind 

As you watch it soar 


 

Up up up 

High high high 


 

Until it comes down 

As if you knew how to time it perfectly 


 

Catching it like an outfielder 

In a game held so dear to most


 

Running back to me 

As I stare past you 


 


 

And you get ready to 

Start again.


 

writerfromva

VA

17 years old

meandpaul

MN

14 years old

The Voice

July 2025

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