Concern Of An Astronaut

I look up

And see a world 

Far greater than

The one I'm in,

Billions of bright lights,

That call to me

And say that I'm not alone,

I rise up to them

As if gravity ceased to exist,

And I dance with them

And give glory to their creator,

This world is mine

Though I am not of it,

These clusters of stars

And galaxies

Bring me more joy 

Than the hell that 

The world I belong to brings,

The celestial beings embrace me

And allow me to finally see

The beauty that's around me,

Even if it's far away.