The birth of stars
begins with death,
begins with dark
collapse in depths,
and destructions mark
a beginning, the birth
of a star from collapse
and crumble.
They came with
star-killing words
and struck light from
space and didn’t even
give the dignity of
a blazing trail of glory
as this star augers in
to gravity.
I collapsed in
on myself tonight,
crumbled from nebula
to white dwarf.
And while their
words whirled round
my head in stardust clouds,
I wondered
if there would be
the birth of a star…
at last.
Charissa's Grace Notes 
Beautiful artwork and amazing words. Thank you.
you are most welcome, friend
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Beautiful artwork and amazing words bya talented writer. Please read and enjoy.
Sorry though I am that gender policing has had such a devastating impact on your life, this rendering of the experience is so powerful and epic one can see you have not lost your knack for turning negatives into positives.
Thanks Elli…sigh.
It seems my destiny to turn ashes into starlight and dust into diamonds, yeah?
PS: I just posted a fairly epic poem for my Jane…it is the one I referenced last week that I was enjoying in its emergence…