Everything is cracking,
Splintering and crumbling.
Underneath me.
My eggshell of an existence,
lost its life,
when the child within,
grew up.

If I ever have kids and they want me to tell them a story,
I'll tell them the story about the three moons who changed me.
The first moon, The rival, always there to keep spurring me on to be better than I was. This was my goal, to surpass that moon.
For a time I became that moon's shadow. But I soon learned that being like that moon isn't going to get me anyway so I became my own and soared.
The second moon, An old friend, growing up this moon seemed to be there but just out of reach.
It made me grow up and learn all sorts of things.
The more this moon was around the more I learned and became me.
The moon that I am grateful to, how I enjoy this moon's company.
The third and final moon, The one who I look up to, no matter what I would ever say this moon would never agree to anything negative I would say.
It would always be there to make me see the light whilst I was stuck in the dark.
Oh how well this moon did that.
Not a day goes by where I don't think about the moon telling me to shut up and see how what I'm saying is wrong.
Thank you to the three moons who changed me.

On this morning,
where the road's
reflecting gold

I think of all the
promises I've
made myself,
the sun, a draping
curtain over daybreak

and I wrap a scarf
around my neck
and hold my bony
hands
against my heart

It's October and
I've learned to love
myself again.