dear moon, i am hurting.
but hear my words,
i will fight.

as i stand beneath you,
studying your beauty, your power, your certainty,
i can feel the courage returning to my bones.
and as my stance strengthens,
i say to you, and I mean it,
i will fight.

you stand so unforgivingly in your brilliance
and i promise to stand up, and stand alone,
when no one will stand with me.
i will make you proud.

i will look to you for guidance,
and i will raise my voice for all of my hurting friends,
who in this dark time, have become my family.

as i continue to admire your greatness dear moon,
my gaze softens, my heart sinks a little deeper,
i see myself in you.
your dark craters remind me
of the bruises on my heart.

maybe one day my bruised heart
can be surrounded by a light as bright as yours, too?

you are such a lone light standing in the
midst of such darkness.
and i say to you
i cannot and i will not stay silent.

when i find a light of my own,
i will guide others who are
surrounded by such darkness.
because those of us who believe in
freedom cannot rest.
i will follow you dear moon.

i promise to be the light that guides our hurting
family to a safer and brighter future.

moon,
you are hope in a time of darkness.
you are strength in a time of pain

and moon,
for every soul that has felt a pain as great as i,
i promise you,
i will fight.