moon is
my anchor into safety,
womb darkness, moon inside belly
soft and round. moons for eyes, a beating moon heart
bloodied but throbbing with power.
i love you and i love the world broken
as it is.
and i am hurting, deep, to the bone, grief calcified,
moon becoming bone bearing grief
my backbone of nourishment
i
follow you in cycle upwards inwards or down
like the waves follow the sea.
with that, i am learning to die daily
no longer frightened of the black threshold.
only frightened of living a life deadened to its core and devoid of divinity.
my shield, white grandmother hardened by surrounding darkness
i promise to never
sell myself short again
to those that are dead before dying.
i swallow you whole: moon seed
grow inside me
please mother me back
to our god
moon inside me
from you i bleed and birth my world
again.
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