Criss-Cross Constellations

Criss-Cross Constellations

Your scars criss-cross
Like constellations lost,
Mother dearest, close your eyes
The skin pulls and it cries

Oh just wake in the night
Fingers quiver in fright,
Yes, I know it’s true,
We all feel like you

Weathered rock stars, saviors,
Please excuse our behaviors—
But know we are not sorry,
For our arms are now starry

What was once broken, scarred
Has become strong and hard—
So no more nightmares, no heroic ghost,
Sleep now, you’re alive, and that’s worth a toast.