“Moon” {Poem}

Photo by Naomi August

Written by Shelly Moore

Riding the turbulent waves of emotion
Which unwittingly overtake a woman
As we feel the stifled rise to the surface
While we fulfill our evolutionary purpose

Yet we are told we need to somehow control
The overwhelming tides that envelope our soul
When the moon says, “It’s time to behold.”
We bow to accept our dutiful yet theatrical role

I had assumed when my temple was taken
By surgical methods before I awakened
I’d lose all connection to grandmother moon
My body no longer in rhythm, but in ruin

I no longer bleed when the moon pulls
I’ll never again carry life within my womb
But my body is still very much in tune
With the rhythm of our grandmother moon

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