Proud of yourself.

You look far off into space,
alone you see but a single star.
Burning dim and slow,
its hold in space fading and drooping low.

Sadness overcomes that star,
and it ends.
in a fiery explosion it dies
yet we will not see its death
its voice unspoken for eons.

But you know,
you know of that stars death.
you know of the beauty it once held.
and you know,
of the amazing things to come.

For, as with all good things,
they must come to an end.
but it is up to you how you end.
how you will be remembered.

So, who will you be?
and what will you leave behind.
will you be the star that explodes into beauty and light?
Or the star that burns out and fades,
a facade of its true self.

--TheMindWithin