There was something about the sun that gave her life,
but the moon held her soul.
Most of the world knew darkness meant rest,
darkness meant to tuck away,
she merely found it as a time to dance her heart away.
She wanted to believe in everything,
and she did.
They told her to stay clear,
they grasped her by the arms and pulled her toward them,
the world of structure, the world of organization,
more and more they did it
The more she shook off their attempts,
running back to the heart of the moon.
one day they succeeded,
they grabbed her from her chaos,
stripping her of optimism,
dimming her with realism.
She awoke to the mundane duties of life,
slept before the moon could even greet her,
she was blinded by what she thought was happiness.
And then awoke from her nightmare,
with a tap on her window,
she looked out there, a spark of hope, a spark in her soul,
she found herself at the window,
but looked back,
her arm, grasped by reality,
she pulled away..
sneaked out toward the moon,
and felt her life whole, her soul whole, and for once
she knew she was home.