When we reach for the stars,
We often come up short.
But even in the darkest nights,
We must pick ourselves up from the cold, hard ground,
And stretch the tips of our fingers as far skyward as we can,
Reaching,
Reaching,
Reaching once again for the brilliant points of light.
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I wrote this poem after watching the 2018 remake of A Star Is Born, starring Bradley Cooper and Lady Gaga. It's up for a Best Picture at the Oscars and I am rooting for it to win. I don't think it will, because the competition is pretty rough.
The other inspiration for this poem is the night sky I saw. This image is a stock photo, because all I had with me at the time was my phone and it takes terrible low-light photos. But I love to look up at the clear sky at night and take in all the stars.
It is both beautiful and humbling.
