when all the shadows shift

𝐥𝐚 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐞

my skin cracks
under the heat of this
december sun.
I peel away
the hours of despair
until I am raw.
this is change;
breaking
until the pieces
form something new.

la lune
doesn't shy away
from my gentle touch
anymore.
I've learnt the art
of kindness
from my flaws.
breaking
no longer
breeds fear.

I want to understand
the ways of the night.
I need to understand
why we fear darkness
the way we do.
I'll drive the dead
and grey away
until I resemble
a body who is whole.
la lune will sleep
inside my palms
and I will break
until the water
reveals signs of change.

when the heat rises,
I shall rise with it.
these cracks
will become holes
and the holes
will someday heal.
la lune
will drift
back to the sky
where it
has always
belonged.

[inspired by the song 'la lune' by billie marten]