I hide because I am cold
and I want the comfort of the dark.
And, I know coldness leads to warmth,
and comfort in the dark leads to
discomfort in the light.
Why burn my face in pursuit of change
when I already possess the same
shade as the Moon?
Moonglow is sought.
I already have what is wanted.
I hide because I crave peace
and I want the silence of the dark.
And, I know peace leads to disruption,
and silence in the dark leads
to the Sun screaming my name.
She will not let me be.
She tells me Moonglow is lovely,
moving, and true,
but she reminds me Sunlight has a purpose, too.
“I can give you the warmth you need.
I can help you grow.
I may burn your skin,
and work your bones ’til they ache,
but I’m essential to life.
And rest under the Moon.”
The more I hide, the louder she knocks.
The more I retreat, the more she nudges
the Moon away.
I give in.