Becoming Comets
We dreamed of touching stars.
Some crazed part of us thought it possible
That we would be “the ones.”
Our minds never quieted,
Our imaginations never stilled,
All the while pulling ourselves up the infinite ladder,
Hand over hand,
Until the sun burned our wings,
Then kept crawling on through the expanse.
One day we’ll sit above,
With our hands on the stars,
Having broken the limits of mortals,
Through our faith in each other.
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This is lovely! I especially like “pulling ourselves up the infinite ladder,” and that being the longest line works well as a nod to the content.