I am the Moon

I wanted so badly to be the sun, 

to bring warmth and light

to be the life.

But after so many battles

of fighting the night,

I’ve finally accepted I’d never bring warmth,

or light,

or life.

For I am the moon,

and I am cold and distant.

But just like the sun, I am needed.

Because without me,

there would be no difference

between heaven

and hell.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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