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The Moon - Original Poem

Updated: Mar 11, 2023

The moon is a very important symbol to me. Growing up, my parents were big believers in the lunar effect, which is the idea that the shape of the moon has an impact on your behaviour. I don't agree with the logic personally, but I've always been fascinated by the hope the moon elicits. There's that wonderful old adage that the moon illuminates the world without stealing the night. There's also my favourite Bruno Mars song. And it was my favourite Bruno Mars song before TikTok came along, thank you.


I have struggled horribly with insomnia for as long as I can remember and poetry is one of the many things I turn to when I'm having a particularly bad night. This poem was inspired, somewhat hilariously, from Bear in the Big Blue House. At the ending of every episode, Bear would walk out onto the balcony and sing 'The Goodbye Song' with Luna the Moon. After falling down a YouTube rabbit hole and rediscovering the song, I couldn't help but ponder, if only I could talk to the moon and tell her how I felt. The world is a different place for the lonely; to me, it's the most paralysing feeling there is. The inability to relate to others and open up even when you're surrounded by people is a different Everest of frustration and sadness. I seldom discuss the things that truly go through my head at night but I'm proud to say, on the night of May 23rd, 2021, this poem was therapy for me.


The moon told me she was proud of me

Last night when I couldn't sleep

Not counting sheep

But the monsters

Who as a child lived under my bed

And as an adult now nester in my head

In the darkness that I dread

She was luminescent

Sparkling, smiling at me

She was sympathetic

Knowing of my insomnia

And the demons dancing in my room

From my window we talked

Spiralling thoughts she stilled

She listened and replied

Our energy entwined

And through the gaps in my blinds

She continued to shine

Beams reminiscent of hope and second chances

Accompanied walks and twirling dances

And she whispered

As I retreated to the sorrow

I'm here

If you need me tomorrow.




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