Promises to the Moon

Promises to the Moon

I woke confused when the moon tapped my shoulder in the middle of the night

Full and clear, at first, she felt like an old companion reaching out from far away

I sat up to fully take her in and she spoke not as an old companion but a new me beckoning for connection

This new self wants to witness and be witnessed

She is familiar but altered

A clarity of purpose shines in her eyes

She asked me to stop carrying the weight of dissatisfaction

She asked me to let go of doubt

She asked me to release my protections from vulnerability

She required a promise before I could close my eyes again

Promise to allow your whole self to be seen

As I do now, full and clear and shining bright

No more hiding, no more wishing for something different, no more silencing your voice, no more apologizing, no more self-abandonment, no more self-criticism, no more self-doubt, no more self-sacrifice, no more fear of judgment, no more regret, no more smiling when you don’t really want to smile.

I promise

I woke when the moon refused to be ignored

I slept in peace after

I woke again as the sun joined the moon

Something has changed I can feel it in my bones

I smiled