Fire in the sky
Rachel lee
She was a girl.
They raised her with care
and with what they thought was love.
They made her a star;
one with hopes to become the sun.
She soared across the blue sky with brilliant wings;
They lifted her higher and higher
into the beautiful, burning sun until
the edges of her silhouette began to smolder--
black, white, black--
enveloping her entire body.
Now smudged with fingerprints of gray and black,
they disposed of the ashes
and started anew.
They had forgotten how
she was just a girl;
how she was us.
They raised her with care
and with what they thought was love.
They made her a star;
one with hopes to become the sun.
She soared across the blue sky with brilliant wings;
They lifted her higher and higher
into the beautiful, burning sun until
the edges of her silhouette began to smolder--
black, white, black--
enveloping her entire body.
Now smudged with fingerprints of gray and black,
they disposed of the ashes
and started anew.
They had forgotten how
she was just a girl;
how she was us.