I used to be soft.
I used to be gossamer and silk,
Until it was all torn away
And I was abandoned and alone.
I used to be broken.
I used to be shards of iron and ice,
A whirlwind of broken glass,
Until I learned to be more.
Now I light up the night sky.
Beauty fighting against the darkness,
Fire and lightning mistaken for nothing more than a pretty picture,
But I'll burn you alive
And look damn good doing it
I earned my place in the stars - c.k