Analysis of falling from grace

Entering the world with a booming birth
A sparking jolt of a heart full of expectations
A sizzling dazzle of a dance on the eyes
But the jolt was too strong or perhaps the world just couldn’t take it, and it tipped
The star tipped, it tripped over its intertwining golden threads of expectation
Everything stopped;
For a moment
And then it started to fall
The star fell, it fell endlessly, wretchedly, desperately
It fell as an echo of what it had once been
And yet the star did not fall with uncertainty
It fell comfortably and content
With purpose
As if it knew, “yes, this is exactly where I am supposed to be”
The star smiled
As it plummeted toward its stifling demise