How does the crescent moon feel on a dark day

Trying to light up the world, trying to float above the vastness

Does she sometimes wait to feel full again, to feel like herself again

Not knowing that she has been complete all along?

Does she know that even on her weakest day, she means so much to the world?

How does the moon feel on the strange day

When the Scientist comes and tells her that she is 384,400 kms away from the earth

And that all the people she loves, can’t probably even come to meet her

Does she feel alone in the sky?

Not knowing that Lovers look up to her every night,

And that Poets have loved her beyond distance, have craved for just her sight.

And how will you feel when you realize

That you’ve been cheating yourself all this time

Telling yourself that you are weak, that it isn’t yet the time to shine

But maybe like the moon you are beautiful and bright

and that behind the happenings that change you every week

is a person like the moon, sometimes broken, but always complete.

It was a different test I was giving, the kind that would tell me the kind of person I am

But it didn’t ask me the questions I expected, instead it asked me

What my pulse was like

So I placed my hand on my neck, and closed my eyes to feel its sound

And I remembered how long it had been since I realized that my heart was beating

Every day, every hour, every minute

Even when it was broken, even when it felt too full, even if it was so tired that it could have just given up

Months have passed since I saw my shadow following me, giving me company when I couldn’t bear to be alone

My footsteps, oh they’ve given me sounds, like music in the background, so beautiful but tuned out

And after months I notice how my hands dance as I write this, how my finger jump, how my arms move

And I never saw the expressions change on my face from delight to wonder to seriousness.

Some days, I feel too lonely, too tired, too alone, too broken, too sleepy

But I like to think of it as ‘in recovery’

Because I realize, I have a pulse that is slow and smooth, and a lovely heart that works day and night

I have a friend in my shadow, a radio in my steps, a dance in my hands

And no matter how I feel, I will always have people who’ll make me smile

And random strangers with something new to learn from

And so, from now on, ‘broken’ will be a word thrown out of my dictionary

When the hurt arrives, I’ll tell the world I’m in recovery.