Feb 26
In the bones of
the planet
blooms an
orchid of silver
moonlight
perhaps in
rebellion
against the grimy clouds
that pour heaven
into tiny
porcelain cups
so easy to
break
and yet, there
it grows—
the
moonchild
risen against
the dark
there's something about rebellion, resilience and the fight against what is heavy, and wrong, and dark and burdening, that somehow, the mundane and ordinary can give birth to something extraordinary, something that defines what it means to be here.
