Poem - Thank you to the moon

The moon peers into my mind

where it searches and finds

the hazy, yet mistakeable

image of who I want to be.

There under moonlight

the picture grows towards

a future which neither the moon

nor I could even try to thwart.

Together we saw a glimpse

a person who could be me -

she smiles, laughs, breathes

and in all she is free.

There is no silent voice

screaming she is not enough

no boulder to push against

aching bones up the rolling hills.

She is loved, she is cared for

and she needn't even ask.

For she takes one deep breath

and knows she is already enough.