The Resurrection of the Moon

She fell in love with the man in the moon

And when he left, the moon fell too

The tides turned and the pain came in waves

water always finds a way

lessons learned in childhood building superlative dams in small streams

an unending war of water soaked in delight

but she is not smiling but frowning

not waving but drowning.

This poem is the story of what came before, and the act is the aftermath, the part where you put yourself back together. A very wise person once told me ‘You cannot hold onto pain. It’s like a knife, the harder you grip, the deeper it cuts. You have to let it go’. This piece is about letting go and about realising that you don’t need the pain anymore.