Dark Moon
I meet you at the beginning of the end When all you feel is pain — heartbroken Yet, hopeful in between the old and new Tying loose ends while halfway-through
Like a sweet, loving angel near and dear I’d be here for you, always. So, do not fear I live every day with one eye on the future A wounded healer — to tie your last suture
Inner warfare is the toughest of all battles A cycle of death, rebirth, and being in shackles Not too far away is your worst possible self Begging to be loved, demanding your strength
The moon changes its phases every night When it’s dark out, the stars shine bright It is a time to make peace with the past Be free — detach, release, let go, and unmask
Well, I won’t say goodbyes because I will be around You’ll feel my presence, but I’m nowhere to be found Sweet, haunting tunes and poignant, nostalgic skies in June I’d be home and dreamy under the balsamic, dark moon
My words hide in the shadows, only visible during the dark moon. They are usually buried deep down to my core, hidden and unexpressed. My feelings could be indescribable. Sometimes, they arrive on the surface as tears — for joy, sadness, love, or pain. But still hidden, unseen — only conspicuous to the wounded.
I completed this poem before I read about Poetry Playground Prompt #13. But I still want to share my favorite quote about the moon phases.
Like the moon, we must go through phases of emptiness to feel full again. So remember, you do not have to be whole in order to shine.
~ Harlow James, Everything He Couldn’t






