The moon understands me.
He’s been there every night and listened to my secrets, thoughts, and cries in the night.
The pain of the past has been dampered by his glowing smile.

The stars know me as well.
Their eyes twinkle as I gaze into them and tell them of my days and happenings.
Sometimes tears are shed and sometimes there’s a happy glimmer in my eye.

The dark void of night has also been an acquaintance of mine.
I want nothing but for it to come on nights that I feel the pain is too real, but others I never want to see the sky darken and end a marvelous day.

But daytime. Daytime is another story.

It can be my best friend or my worst enemy.
These days, I’d say my friend.
Day gives me a chance to be what I am meant to be.
To inspire and to grow in and through my experiences.

Daytime gives me hope now.
A calling to do, and to create.
I want to drink every last drop of light and let it shine through me.
I want to take day by the horns and kick ****.

Didn’t really know what this writing was supposed to accomplish in the beginning.
But now I do.
It’s a reminder to myself that I will not be taken advantage of by the sorrow of pains of the past.

It’s also a calling to do better.
To be a better person and to not have those nights that the moon and stars know my pain all too well.
To never want to the dark of night to come because I’m too busy being a light for others and myself.

I am me. And I am ready for the future and what wondrous things it holds for me.