Help her up cause she tripped
She lost her footing gazing at infinity,
A place where sanity and vanity are quite futile.
She has bruised some skin…although there’s no blood to prove her pain
What remains are scars,
Scars that are changing color, returning to their true form.
They concluded tons about her,
While her overfilled mind absorbed all they said.
She believed they knew her better than she knew herself…
Little did she know, she was more powerful than life itself
They spread her life to the towns
She kept herself to herself.
They tried making her speak,
She frequently told them what they needed to hear.
But somehow a blue moon came, tracing her every move
She ventured for escape…but it was all in her head
This moon was somehow different
It enclosed her and removed her booboo’s.
Giving her insight to its existence
In return, all it asked was for pieces of her to hold…to heal
It wasn’t easy, but she came to realize that she was escaping her shell
Here’s to a wonderful blue moon.