I once basked in moonlight
I found it glorious
I remember writing cheesy poetry about the moon being a “rock ball reflection of the brightness of fire”
The moon was a magical reflection of what could be in the dawning of the SON.
I never shied away from night because I see it as an integral part of living.
I’m still not a morning person.
I don’t sleep well.
I don’t enjoy waking
I want to stay in bed in the embrace of the solitude
It’s a flaw I live with every day when the 5am alarm blares.
But in darkness, we can remember light and that is crucial.
I am scrambling tonight in pursuit of bedtime while my to-do list beckons.
One thing I know…
Tomorrow is coming and I will tackle whatever it brings.
Like there’s no tomorrow
Find the light when the moon hides and the sun doesn’t show its face.
Get up! Breathe again and remember why!
Sometimes, that’s all we’ve got.