Proxima Centauri

Sometimes I struggle to find my voice-

My wavelengths vary through the spectrum, sometimes too low to be heard, often too large to be acknowledged. Some days I am pure ultraviolet light bouncing on so high a frequency I cannot be seen anymore, and then others I am all red and so far down the scale I am but a red dwarf unrecognizable in the busy universe. Should I be anywhere in the middle, I forget about the ends.

I wish I could learn to see the beauty across the whole prism and recognize in myself the change in my colors is just human nature and the rainbow isn’t whole without its separate single colors. I never want to be the star closest to the sun and burn through myself while thinking how much I like the colors of the flames.

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