Episode 38: The moon was calling

I want to run wild under the melancholy moon. To skip in the shadows, disappear in small rooms. I have no need of the sun's bright light, Filtering into corners, dispersing the night. The moon cups my face in a silvered truth, Cool as a promise once made in my youth. It teaches my pulse how to soften and slow, How safety can bloom where the dark lets me grow. Here I am honest, a whisper, a tide, No mirrors demanding the masks that I hide. The calm of its glow knows the shape of my name, It calls me back home without guilt or shame. But the sun is an audit, a merciless stare, Peeling back lies, exposing thin air. It withers my dreams and denies fragile hopes sleep. Its glare interrogates every memory I keep. False vows flare up in its clinical gaze, Promises blister and burn into days, Where my bones unlearn fear and my breath answers me, I loosen my grip on the person they need me to be. I cradle my truth in the arms of the night, Where cool, quiet softness outshines borrowed light, And if I disappear before the end of the day, The moon was calling..... So I cannot stay.Written by https://www.threads.com/@thriftygirl365 This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com