Super nova

Just recently, 

I learned that stars are born, 

when gravity compresses material into a cloud to the point where it becomes dense and hot enough to generate energy. 

The star lives,

 as long as it can shine that energy,

 and dies 

when it exhausts all its usable fuel and blows it back into space.

That matter mixes with other matter, 

eventually becoming part of new clouds of gas and dust from which new generations of stars can be born.

The most massive stars die in titanic explosions, often referred as a supernova.

I wish to become a supernova.

You see me and stars are a lot alike.

I was born from generations past, whose life defines mine.

I live my life with endless possibilities, absorbing countless knowledge. 

Hoping to be an aspiration to others. 

That when my day comes and I leave this earth. 

I leave a change so big, so meaningful, that others can refer to me as a supernova.

To become so luminous, 

So beautiful,

So endearing,

That when my light hits them someday, somehow.

I leave something bigger than me.

I may not know a lot, 

I may still be young

Heck, I may just be a dreamer. 

But I know that but I was created from stars. 

With calcium in my bones,

Iron in my veins, 

Carbon in my soul, 

Nitrogen in my brain.

You see, me and you are just that, star stuff.