Tonight,
Beneath the silver moon,
I sit and write to you,
Old whisper that has walked with me as though your words were true.
You told me I was lacking,
That I must try once more,
That somewhere in the distance lived a better self to score.
You followed through my days,
You echoed in the night,
You weighed my heart with heavy scales and dimmed my inner light.
You said that love was earned by proof,
By effort,
Toil and strain,
And so I tried to please the world through weariness and pain.
But moonlight has a funny way of showing hidden things,
It softens rigid stories and loosens ancient strings.
And sitting in its soft glow,
I finally see clear,
You were only borrowed words I carried year to year.
Perhaps you came from younger days when tenderness was thin,
Or voices that forgot to see the shining soul within.
Perhaps you meant to guard my heart,
To help me try and cope,
Yet every time you spoke your lines,
You quietly dimmed hope.
So listen now,
Old shadow voice,
As moonlight floods the sky,
Tonight I write the poem not to argue,
But goodbye.
Your page is closed tonight as a silver lantern climbs,
The chapter of not good enough dissolves between the lines.
I thank you for the lessons that your weary road has shown,
For every place of tenderness I've slowly come to own,
Yet now I choose a gentler path beneath this glowing dome,
Where worth is not a distant land,
But simply where I roam.
The moon above is whispering a truth both soft and deep,
That what the heart already is was never mine to keep.
No proving left to struggle for,
No measuring to do,
The light I searched for endlessly was always shining through.
So drift away,
Old faithful doubt,
Dissolve into the night,
Your story folds like paper boats that sail from out of sight.
For as the moon completes her arc and bathes the earth in calm,
I find enoughness blooming within my palm.
And walking home through silver light,
More peaceful than before,
I leave this poem with the moon and close the heavy door.
For who I am,
In breath and soul,
In mystery and grace,
Has always been enough to stand within this sacred place.
Namaste.
