The moon spoke to me tonight,
with a soft, sensitive voice.
She told me not, that it would all be okay,
but that I, myself, held the choice.
She said that within my hands,
lay both a rose and a blade.
A rose for life’s beauty,
a blade for life’s shade.
If I choose the rose,
into my body, happiness may pervade.
If I choose the blade,
out of my body, happiness may fade.
So I dropped the blade below my feet,
and buried it beneath the better choice:
The rose that I raised up to my heart,
then planted in the soil as the moon rejoiced.
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Alicia Ross
Dancer, writer, human
Instagram: aliciaross_
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