The moon is whole
I stare my pain into it
It absorbs it like a sponge
Expunge
It stares back at me
Like a wall
I can’t scale
Opaque
Its craters feel familiar
An abyss in my heart
Wallowing in empty
Cavernous
The moon is comforting
Rising over me
My heart levels
Calm
Illumination reaches me
Its glow softening
A glimmer communicates
Hope
OK, I’m getting off my shoebox now.
