I felt Stars and their jagged edges
tearing at the seams of my heart.

“Grow,” they said.

The Moon echoes why I love at all.
Face turned brilliant—
hung by Stars.
Glowing—
resolved to shine.

She loves the night—
I worship beneath Her starry sky.

My nails mimic Her crescent—
my body halos against Her shadows—
playful, my own.

The darkness is cooling,
taking comfort in unknowing.
I can heal like this:
deep in rest,
flowing with the tides of self-expression,
and dissolving
my resistance to receiving all I need.

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