I push till I ache, my lungs heave for air.
Into the dark sky, I stop and I stare.

I donated my heart, folded it into creases.
Watched others take, watched them ravage all of the pieces.

I am a mosaic, broken fragments of glass.
I am stuck in the muck of sadness, the storm does not pass.

And as I stand here, I watch others pass by,
chains on their feet, tribulation in their eyes.

So I stare into the sky, feel myself disappear.
I evaporate into the stars, until the light shines through my fears.

I feel myself transcend, the moon is my home.
The stars are my skin, the galaxies are my bones.

I will hurt no longer, I will live in the sky.
Because I am evaporating, and I am alive.