Blue moon,
You rare lit sky,
A second chance that wanders by,
Not bluer in your glowing face,
But different in your timing's grace.
You say wait,
Look here again,
A quiet pause,
An invitation to zen,
To finish what I left undone,
To choose what's true,
To be the one,
Who ends the loop,
Who clears the wait,
Who stops calling fear my fate,
Who softens,
Listens,
Then decides,
With steady heart and open eyes.
You rinse my mind in silver calm,
You cool the urge to sound alarm,
And ask one simple,
Honest thing,
What matters most,
What will you bring?
So I release the almost right,
The half said yes,
The borrowed fight,
The story stuck like velvet glue,
The old I can't,
The thing I'll do.
I close the chapter,
Clean and kind,
I bless the lessons left behind,
I recommit,
Without a shove,
To what feels clear,
To what feels love.
Blue moon,
Rare mirror overhead,
Make courage steady in my chest,
So when I get another chance,
I choose my truth and own my dance.