Stars

Stars seem odd
to aspire to be.
They are beautiful and they shine,
yet they burn out
and die,
as we do.

They are so out of touch
and difficult to reach;
all their energy goes into being bright,
just for them to fade away.

I would rather be the whole night sky.
Something people look up to
despite the darkness it holds;
to find that there are things in me
that shine
against the black.

About the Author

Ciara Delaney

Ciara Delaney is 18 years old and has attended Presentation Secondary School in Loughboy. Besides writing poetry and short fiction, her other great interest is theatre. She has twice appeared in Rhyme Rag.