Let the Sun Burn You For the Moon Knows All Secrets.

Dear me,

It might feel like your body is divided into two.
One feeling sad, sharing it with you not for you to cheer her up but to feel it, and the other one standing straight like a castle that demands no prince.

On Friday nights I tell you to stop acting so small you have a universe in ecstatic motion. Keep you on the top of your priority list and set your life on fire. And on Sundays when you stand straight like the walls of the north I worry that you might catch numbness.

It is on the Mondays that I want you to leave the emotional baggage behind and live in the sunshine. Swim in the sea. Drink the wild air.
But on Tuesdays I see your fingers bent in towards the palm and held there tightly, typically in order to strike a blow or grasp something. I tell you – “you will be the centre even if you spin away”.

Most Wednesdays you wear pink but your soul refuse to change its color and Thursdays are when you manage to love yourself at the darkest. Last night I even caught you lighting scented candles. I am overwhelmed to see you in love with your dark days.

Dear me,
Let the sun burn you; for the moon knows all the secrets.

~yours truly