Breath 

my life

was empty

for even when

I thought

I had filled it up

to the brim

everything

seemed pointless

when I believed

I took in

my last breath

the only deeds

that came to mind

were the simple acts

of kindness

and not

the many feats 

the pen and page

made bigger than

they really were

how I learned that

becoming a

brilliant star

in this dark, night sky

no matter how little

the pure light

I gave off was,

will be the last

thought to give me

solace when I

think my last thought

and breathe

my last breath