The Sun, the Moon, and a Coin
The coins rattle
Clinking and clanking
Their whispers fill my head
Clink Clink Clink
My head is too full
Too many coins
Too many whispers
The coins taunt me
Reminding me of my shortcomings
Reminding me of my sins
It’s all too loud
Clink Clink Clink
Too much
CLINK CLINK CLINK
My head is going to explode
But then, I hear another voice
Louder than the coins
She says my name like something precious
Her voice is soft
Reminding me of why I’m loved
Reminding me of why I’m trying
Suddenly, I can’t hear the whispers anymore
There’s only her
Only her…
Dying is heavy
Dying is floating
Dying is nothing
Dying is everything
Dying is freeing
Dying is imprisoning
Am I a caged canary?
I returned from the mines
With my song still intact
But will I survive the next trip?
Or will I
C̶h̶o̶k̶e̶
S̶u̶f̶f̶o̶c̶a̶t̶e̶
Die?
I am the sun
Warm
Radiant
Welcoming
I draw people to me
But getting closer means seeing the ugly truth
I am the sun
Blinding
Harsh
Painful
If you are too close you get scorched
I am the sun
Dangerous
Burning
Volatile
You don’t want to know how I burn
She is the moon
Cold
Mysterious
Shadowed
She dances in the darkness others fear
Avoiding exploding stars and black holes
Spinning in circles around the rest of us
A constant orbit just out of reach
She is the moon
Soft
Calm
Cool
Sometimes she turns her back and everything is dark
But when she smiles down at you
There is no pain
Only beauty
