Raging At The Moon

I hurl my voice at the sky

Because there’s nowhere else left

To put the fire in my chest

It claws its way out of me

A sound too sharp to be a cry

Too human to be a howl

Too full of everything 

I never said

When I should have

The moon hangs above me

Bright 

Merciless

A witness I never asked for

It glows like it knows every secret

I tried to swallow whole

Every night I pretended I wasn’t breaking

Every time I smiled with teeth

That tasted like blood

I rage at it because it doesn’t move

Because it doesn’t shake

Because it doesn’t collapse

Under the weight of its own light

Because it shines

While I’m burning

I spit out the truth

The betrayals I forgave too quickly

The love that left bruises on my hope

The dreams I held so tightly

They suffocated in my hands

I tear open the quiet

Just to hear something answer back

But the moon stays still

Silver 

Unyielding

As if daring me to keep going

As if it knows I’m not done

So I scream again

Louder

Rawer

Until my voice fractures

And my knees threaten to give

Until the night itself feels like it’s listening

Until the rage burns clean

And leaves only the ache beneath it

When the silence finally returns

It’s thick and trembling

Like the air after lightning

I’m shaking

Emptied

Undone

But somehow steadier

Than when I began

The moon never speaks

Never softens

Never dims

Yet in its cold

Relentless glow

I feel something shift

Not forgiveness

Not peace

But the first fragile moment

Where I can breathe again