Moonlight glittered softly
through the breathing waves,
not warm enough to heal me —
only kind enough to stay.
Perhaps the moon and I
were made just alike,
silver on the surface,
starving underneath.
Those hands feel like harbor light,
that calm the edges of my inner night,
yet even gentle love can’t fully reach
the parts of me still learning how to breathe.
I stay beside what I have chosen here,
though something in me still holds fear,
as if the heart, once taught to brace,
forgets how to rest in softer space.
And so I move like tide meets shore,
pulling close, then pulling more,
a quiet war between release
and the wish to finally find inner peace.
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 12:58 PM UTC
Moonlight glittered softly
through the breathing waves,
not warm enough to heal me —
only kind enough to stay.
Perhaps the moon and I
were made just alike,
silver on the surface,
starving underneath.
Those hands feel like harbor light,
that calm the edges of my inner night,
yet even gentle love can’t fully reach
the parts of me still learning how to breathe.
I stay beside what I have chosen here,
though something in me still holds fear,
as if the heart, once taught to brace,
forgets how to rest in softer space.
And so I move like tide meets shore,
pulling close, then pulling more,
a quiet war between release
and the wish to finally find inner peace.
