Honour Thy Self
Dec 3, 2020
On the moon of the spring equinox,
something fell upon her.
Not heavy or burdensome,
But light as a feather it lay,
The comfort of a blanket.
It was at no greater time,
With the moonlight casting on her pillow.
New beginnings, she can let out a deep breath,
the insecure toxins release.
She can finally see,
Moonlight for her pillow,
Like magic threads,
Leading her to her dreams.
