Sky welcomed the Snow Moon tonight,
so I sat down by candlelight,
looked up and embraced her motherly care.
I told her about my darkest mind affair.
“If I had a soul to open up my heart to…
I think I’d break.”- I told her.
“Break like a porcelain doll,
break like a turquoise tessarae,
fall into their everlasting arms
and let myself become a storm
of past regrets and hot tears”.
“But you can’t?”- said she.
“But I can’t”- echoed I.
“Please tell me, my dearest child’’- said she,
“which cloud painted you shameful of your own rain?”
I refused to speak.
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Author:
Moonchild (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Wrote this short poem yesterday while talking to the Moon. She always asks the right questions that leave me stranded...
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
unfurled wisdom, beautifully worded
showcasing the everyday utility of introspection
thanks for sharing! dear poet
Thank you so much!!
nicely expressed dude!!
Thank you!
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