The Other Half of the Moon

Tar black sky strewn about the horizon. 
The moon lit only half its body. 
A breeze chilling deep into my bones. 
Stars dance in colorful sync 
as my eyes attempt to catch them 
before they sheepishly retreat 
into the darkness of the night. 
No gloves to warm my hands. 
No love to warm my soul. 
Isolated under the midnight sky 
with only specs of light to keep me 
sane. 

Clouds blanket the only light of the night 
Snow begins to fall 
and melt against my rose-y cheeks. 
The snow turns to chilling drops 
rolling down my face 
imitating the emotions I choose to suppress. 
No shelter in sight. 
No arms to keep me safe. 
“Have I gone mad? I ask myself, 
As if my whereabouts has not already answered for itself.” 

Distraught 
Confused 
Resentful 
All towards my own being. 
This body 
harboring my one soul 
Is not a fitting place to reside. 
Darkness 
Isolation 
Confined to my own mind. 
Confined 
Yet somehow I am so free 
Free to be myself 
Free to choose my own path 
Free to determine wrong from right. 
Perhaps my own morality has been 
Skewed. 

The snow seizes to fall 
Clouds begin to roll 
Stars resume their nightly performance 
The moon still lit only half its body 
Its potential hidden behind 
The darkness of the atmosphere. 

Perhaps 
I am like the moon 
Half my soul 
Hidden by the 
darkness 
Of the unknown. 
Consumed by the 
Torment 
embedded in my mind. 

A spec of light, 
Different from that of the stars, 
Claws its way over mountains. 
The sun begins to take its place 
Overshadowing the half-lit moon 
and all of its subjects. 

Perhaps 
Someday 
I could be as the sun. 
Bringing light to each day. 
The sun is never shaded by the 
Darkness 
Of the unknown. 
The sun is never embarrassed to reveal the 
Torment 
Of its whole being. 

Perhaps 
Someday 
I will be as the sun. 
Rising each day 
Bringing forth my whole being 
Not searching for a reason 
to hide my unknown. 

I will be the sun 
I will not be half-lit 
I will no longer need gloves warm my hands 
Because I will have found 
Love 
To warm my heart. 

But then again 
Perhaps 
I will not be as the sun 
Because 
Maybe the sun isn’t what I’m looking for 
Maybe I am just searching 
For something to light
The other half of the moon.