The Lady Moon

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I am the woman woven from the night,
A silver mirror of forgotten sight.
The world admires the beauty that I show,
But never sees the storms that rage below.
Sometimes I vanish from the crowded sky,
Not to be lost, but just to wonder why-
To find the pieces that I cast aside,
And heal the wounds I usually must hide.

For so long, I remained a perfect sphere,
To shine completely and conceal my fear.
I strove to give without a pausing breath,
As if a fading phase were like a death.
I wore a mask to prove that I was whole,
And locked away the shadows of my soul.
But in my own reflection I could see:
Who am I when no eyes are watching me?

I dropped the mask and found a quiet space,
The dark became a fertile, healing place.
It was the soil where sleeping seeds could grow,
The only home my truest self could know.
My crescent phase has taught me how to wait,
The hidden moon gave courage to my fate.
The full moon taught acceptance of the past,
To know that nothing is designed to last.

Why should I fear the fading of my spark,
When stars are born because the night is dark?
I loved and lost like seasons in the sun,
They loved my light, but saw the soul of none.
Did they desire the warmth I always gave,
Or love the woman sleeping in the cave?
Yet every cold goodbye became a glass,
That showed me who I am when shadows pass.

Each lonely night brought healing to my mind,
And left the begging, pleading heart behind.
I ask no stars to validate my face;
My silence is a deep, protected space.
I do not chase the sky for their applause,
I rule my spirit by a deeper law.
My distance is not coldness or a spite,
It is the language of internal light.

I am not perfect, but I stand complete,
With constellations shining at my feet.
My scars are stars upon a velvet skin,
I did not flee the dark, I stepped within.
I braved the blackest depth of my despair,
And found a sovereign queen was waiting there.
The world now looks into the midnight skies,
To see a woman’s own true light arise.

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