The moon knows all my secrets
That rock which pulls on the star
Diana call everyone to be read fixed under her spell
Pulling at reality and daring you to undercover secret desires and grief; unrequited romance and joy
The moon, both light and dark, separating day from night
Bringing shadows rooted in survival and sex - the unknown pillars of your identity
It was the moon that gave birth to the waters
Without the moon, there would be no shadows to the waking world
Diana is so much more than dreams and darkness
She is the womb that births all things spiritual and physical
Her womb nurtured all things, bringing back light and love to those that would otherwise be beaten by fire and wind overtime
Have I repressed you so much that I can no longer believe myself worthy of love?
How much longer, to find my center, to feel worthy again?
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The Last Mermaid
PoetryEver had a dream you confused with life? Ever feel yourself slipping away into the waves? Ever feel that you've just gathered wings to fly away from this mess? Well... you have. You may be one of the last mermaids. Part anthology, part diary of grie...
