Finite and Made of Stars – A Poem

I’m not afraid.

As I look at the mountain in front of me,

I know that I’m not ready,

but I will have to be.

As I look at the ravine that I must cross,

I know that no sane person would dare try,

but I will have to.

As I look at the road covered in flames,

I know that the fire will tear into my skin,

but I must cross.

As I look at the dark forest that blocks my path,

I know that there are horrors to be found within,

but I must go through.

I’m not afraid,

I know that with certainty,

but I also know that the human body is

finite and made of stars.