To the brightest satellite in the sky,
"I love you," I whisper to the moon "I am you,"
Let us shine to no one in particular and bask in the loneliness,
Tis' you are me and I am you,
Mother moon, Mother moon, Mother moon,
Last night mother moon spoke to me,
Illuminating the night as she beamed in her beautiful glory,
Moisture gathered within my sockets as I begin to dance with depression,
She's vengeful, atrocious, but lovely in the wickedest way possible,
Each night you shine your light on us,
We're in love ... inseparable even ... and no matter how much I hate her,
She's the only person there when I need her,
Mother moon, Mother moon, Mother moon,
I watch quietly as nature's tears cascade down my window,
For the third night,
My eyes beaming with interest as tears flood my waterline,
lying in bed ... intertwining with dusk,
breathing,
yearning,
dying,
To the brightest satellite in the sky,
It's 2:08 am in the morning and I'm still awake,
"I love you," I whisper to the moon "But I'm not you,"
Let us shine on ourselves and bask with the spirits of the night,
Tis' you are you and I am me,
I can't shine for those who don't shine for me,
Tis' Your growth is not my growth,
The isolating ... the suffering ... and the torturing,
It's not for me anymore,
Let us rise above the pain and live as if it's our last night,
like rockstars-
For I will always love you but I need to love me more,
I hope that you could find your peace as I have found mine,
Mother moon, Mother moon, Mother moon.
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Brief Description:
I wrote this poem based on my experience with depression and how it's festered under quarantine. I felt very lonely one day and even though- I was speaking here and there with friends, I just couldn't shake off the feeling. My depression made me feel worse than the average lonely feeling and it made me question the people in my life. However, I quickly realized it's the depression talking and that's just not who I am. Sometimes I get so frustrated because I never knew that healing could be so lonely because only you can fix yourself- sometimes the support of others isn't enough. You have to make your own experience enough. I use to wish for faster healing and then I realized that my growth as a person is not every one elses ... and that's okay. So, this is a poem about acceptance within myself and where I am mentally. I nearly gave up on this poem but I pushed through for the sake of myself and helping another person. 💙💙
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