Not all of the stars shine the brightest,
And those brighter most likely are gone.
Those pure are not dressed in the whitest,
And those played are not always as pawns.
All leaves that turn are not fated to fall,
While all buds are not destined to bloom.
Some endings are stopped by crashing to walls,
And all my beginnings aren’t destined to doom.
Some endings are just as they appear to be,
Some combustions, some burnt, some crashes.
But some endings can cut the chains of a queen,
Myself, as a phoenix, arises from ashes.
Photo by he Valley Forge Alumnae Chapter of Delta Sigma Theta Sorority