Moon;otonous

Reluctantly opening our hearts into the million ways it will shatter and grow into.
Sometimes it feels like walking in goo.
If I were to share with my mother, she’d say,
“I told you.” 
What am I to know about the world’s gloom?
​For when nights get lonely, my company has been the moon.
“It’ll be a dark night soon. What will you do then, my child?”
I shall thrive in your shadow and thank the sun.
For the day left nothing undone.
And you are not gone.
​ I am never alone.