The moon is my mother,
My sister, my daughter.
I want to hold the moon
As she shines bright and full
With a halo of silver
Her eyes dark and cold.
I want to borrow her strength
That pulls in ocean tides
Trapping fish in tide pools
To be freed, or eaten, in time.
Let her power flow through washing away bitterness caused
By vexation and sorrow.
Let her light burn out the darkness
Expose the cracks in my soul.
Moon. Mother.
Moon. Daughter.
Moon. Sister.
Lost. Me.
I beg for hope and healing
That I can't find alone.
Moon. Sister. Los
Dec 28, 2021
Dec 28, 2021 at 7:16 AM UTC
The moon is my mother,
My sister, my daughter.
I want to hold the moon
As she shines bright and full
With a halo of silver
Her eyes dark and cold.
I want to borrow her strength
That pulls in ocean tides
Trapping fish in tide pools
To be freed, or eaten, in time.
Let her power flow through washing away bitterness caused
By vexation and sorrow.
Let her light burn out the darkness
Expose the cracks in my soul.
Moon. Mother.
Moon. Daughter.
Moon. Sister.
Lost. Me.
I beg for hope and healing
That I can't find alone.
Moon. Sister. Los
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