Moon Wisdom

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So many fears,

and so many doubts.

Will I succeed?

Or will I fail?

Will I be accepted?

Or will I be an outcast?

 

I do not know and the uncertainty scares me.

How will I make the fears end?

And how do I silence the doubt?

 

With my pen in hand 

And a storm in my mind,

I try to find the answer.

I try to learn the way to live

Free from doubt and free from pain.

 

I feel so lost and so afraid.

As I lay here watching the light fade,

I see the moon.

A beautiful and mysterious being.

She is a siren,

But instead of death,

She leads people to their dreams.

 

Every night the sun dies for her.

But not to let her breathe.

Instead, he died to allow her to show people that their dreams

Are never out of reach.

 

As the fading light gives the moon one last kiss,

I sit here still trying to learn the answer.

 

I see the moon smile at me

She knows my struggle. 

It's as if she has a secret to tell me.

"Little one" she says, "Do not be afraid...

...I will be here to guide you...

...each step of the way."

 

"But wise moon, 

You change all the time...

How can you guide me...

...when even you cannot stay the same?"

I plead for logic.

 

She laughs, a kind and quiet laugh.

"You have much to learn, my child...

...Compared to me, you are but a baby...

...I have been around for a very long time.

I used to be angry and fight during my changing times...

I wanted to stay the same. 

But as I have grown...

...I have learned this:

Change is a part of learning

and learning is a part of growing. 

You shall learn this, just be patient.

For all this change, though scary now,

Will be glorious and amazing one day."

 

I sit and ponder her words.

I no longer feel fear of change.

I feel at ease.

"Thank you, Dear Moon."

 

With a pen in hand

and a calm in my heart,

I have learned the answer...

...deep in my heart. 

 

 

  • Author: Sarah Garrison (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 13th, 2017 22:49
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem is special for me. For years all I was able to write was dark and depressing poems, because that's where I was. This poem was the first I had written that was the opposite of dark.
  • Category: Reflection
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