By Jupiter Polevoi
trapped.
is that how the moon feels too?
when i whisper her my secrets in the dead of night,
does she have her own?
is she hiding behind the clouds, afraid to show herself?
or is she being hidden, by people who don’t want her seen?
she has constant support from the sun, but is that enough?
we whisper our treasures, in which we can trust
but we never wonder, to her, is it too much?
she knows my darkest, but what if i could know hers?
she exudes her glow in the pitch black sky
you would think she has nothing to hide
everyone eventually reaches their breaking point
but who will be there, when the moon is nothing but nebula?
supernova.
when all of the hurt she’s been carrying
explodes into something worth sharing.