Stardust Awakening

Not blue, not purple.

I balance on the razor’s edge, indigo through and through.

The miracle of me, forgotten,

weighed down by expectations of the day to day,

until something soft as a whisper–

how the light filters through leaves to dance across

my bedroom walls or the way the wind plays with my hair,

a soft caress from the universe—

reminds me of just how often

I underestimate myself.

I am not this powerless

ball of depression and anxiety,

this ocean of unending blue.

I am stardust walking.

Shifting towards ultraviolet,

Electric with possibility.

And while I bloom in stillness

here’s a gentle reminder:

We are all indigo.