“The Moon Doesn’t Judge Me”
An Original Poem by: Axton N.O. Mitchell
The moon doesn’t judge
the darkness I bring.
I can lay out everything
my tangled weeds
my gnarled bits
the strange mechanics
that make me tick.
Even when unseen
I feel her energy linger.
In the hush of a new moon
she shows me
how we’re in tune.
The moon doesn’t judge
the weight of my shadow.
She feels it all
through every phase
and still she stays.
Learning her rhythm
is learning myself.
Each cycle
an act of self-love.
Whisper to the void it might whisper back