you

if you are lost and alone,

hurt and broken,

doubting and filled with self hate,

looking for comfort:

you are all the beautiful stars in the sky.

even the dusk and dawn are in awe of you.

there is an art to survival,

one we have expertly mastered.

all the birds will listen when you talk;

you are heard.

the flowers brighten when they see you,

and the trees are watching over you,

protecting you.

you are never nothing, never useless.

you will always be something to earth.

you owe it nothing but kindness,

and respect.

you have a voice,

and the stars will hear you speak.