Sitting in awakening,
Shadows call.
Pulling myself back into the comfort
Of the edge of darkness…
Keeping company with everything once called home
— and going back to it time and again
Ignoring the beauty of brighter days before me.
Daylight calls and says,
“Stay here until the sun sets instead of chasing the moon.
As daylight falls below the horizon,
We’ll slip into night together.”
Prepare, feet, to run
My mind says.
Yet, planted they stay.
Firm on a ground of worthy
Self-discovered space.
Sometimes it’s hard to forget
The value others see
When gravity’s force
Pulls the loss that used to be the moon,
Sitting on the edge of darkness
Screams safety in resolute
Absolution that alone was
The only promise ever made.
~Stella