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.