How She Became the Moon

🌘She was once here with us.

At least,

a different version of her was.

But then she experienced something

too powerful to remain unchanged—

a force strong, intense, and beautiful

but frightening,

and in its wake

she understood she couldn’t stay.

She saw the future,

and all that depended on her steadiness.

And even though that collision

made her feel more alive,

more whole

than anything before—

she left.

She had to take care of the world.

So she gave herself distance,

pulling away just enough

to watch over everything.

Now she reflects the sun’s light,

manages the tides,

stabilizes the axial tilt,

helps regulate the climate,

marks the rhythm of days,

and ushers in the changing seasons.

So much rests on her shoulders.

She knew she had to rise.

She does not let us see her dark side—

she keeps that for herself,

the place where she’s locked

the memories of the past

that formed her.

But every now and then

she shows her fullness,

spill­ing radiant colors

that remind us

what it might have felt like

to hold her.

Sometimes she appears closer,

her gravity felt more intensely,

as if offering one bright breath

before retreating again.

And then she lets go—

waning, waxing,

sometimes hiding completely—

still tending everything and everyone,

but giving herself the space

to rest,

to reflect,

and to remember

what it felt like

to collide with the force

that changed her forever.🌒