The Moon’s Sorrow

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The moon adored the sun
And wanted to constantly be consumed
By the golden glow of her light
To bathe in her encompassing warmth for all eternity
Oh, how the moon longed for it
To be with her sun
But deep down, in a sliver of herself
The moon never wanted to acknowledge,
There was crushing doubt
Flooding insecurity
Thoughts of how she’d never be bright enough
To match the sun she so loved
Underneath it all, the moon knew
She’d never be good enough
For the blinding sun she dreamed of
So one day,
The moon turned her back on the sun,
Her heart pulsing with pain,
And joined the stars
They suited her own dull, subtle shine more
Than the sun ever could
And although the moon silently suffered every day,
A fraction of her was overjoyed
That she could do something good
For the sun she loved so much

© 3 December 2018, by Haley Scully

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