My Father's Galaxy
I stare up at the ceiling,
Up at the star stickers my Father placed,
So I could dream in outer space.
These dreams would take me to a place
Where everybody felt happiness
When I was at my happiest
And since the stars have lost their glow,
Above I looked from down below and saw,
That they were growing old and weak…
I would come home from school and find the stars
Lying on my safe haven
Now their deathbed
Falling on my chest as I lay here distressed
Without the stars I began to hide
Under the covers, wide awake, sleepless late at night
It was then the things I couldn’t see
The terrifying monsters
They had to be there
They just had to be
And I suppose my imagination got the best of me
See I would climb out of bed
Running to my bedroom door pounding yelling
“Mommy, Daddy, they’re coming for me!”
I felt scared, I saw no protection
And without the stars I couldn’t sleep
Yet I’m still unable to see because I’m too blind
I’m oblivious to a lot of things
I can’t think fast enough
And I have a stutter
Because I’m too scared
Too nervous about saying anything
And I’m always wrong, no matter what conversation
That’s why i say i don’t know, because I’m always the one who remembers things wrong
Look at me
I am so lost without the stars
The ones outside don’t feel real to me
Even though I know the angels are there
I just wish i could see them as they see me
I wish everyone believed
But then again
Their life is theirs
I need to enjoy mine
So I won’t tell you how to live it
That place in my stars, on the ceiling, was called Heaven
And without the stars, without the angels above me
Protecting me
I was too vulnerable
I couldn’t fight for myself
I’ve never been able to fight for myself
I carry a cross around in my pocket because I’m scared
I admit it
I’m still scared
The monsters don’t come out for me in my room anymore
No
I see them everyday
And I called myself a Christian
As a way to scare them off
But I didn’t know really anything about my Father
All I want to do is make you proud
I refuse to use forgiveness as an excuse to sin
I’m a hard worker
Let me be reborn with purpose
So that I can do good unto others
So that someday I will be the stars
And I will see your smile God
This isn’t about getting to Heaven
This is about making you proud
It’s about changing people’s lives for the better
I felt the change
I’m sorry it took so long to realise that all I need was you
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