Dear Moon,
When we look up to admire you, do you think we’re judging you? Or are you aware that we’re admiring you? When we look past your scars and see your glow do you love it or do you hate it? When the reason your scars are embraced is your glow that comes from the sun, are you afraid that the sun will leave you and so will your admirers? Is that why you follow everyone on pitch black nights? Tell me Moon, when you look in the mirror do you see your beauty or the scars that refuse to fade? Do you dread full moon nights because they display your scars or do you embrace it?
Teach me Moon, how to lean on someone without being afraid. To glow so bright my scars are forgotten. Teach me to let go, teach me how to be happy even when scars run so deep. Teach me how you manage to be special when stars are scattered like diamonds across the night sky. How do you outshine something so valuable?
Do you know Moon? Everyone loves “pretty girls”, girls who are flawless but their arms hold scars like that of a battlefield. How are you so loved even with your scars? Who hurt you? Who scarred you that deep? Tell me Moon, when I one day enter your abode will you carry my scars so I’m not drowning in the weight of them? Do you take everyone’s scars before they enter heaven so they feel pretty? Do you only take the scars or do you also take the memories they hold? Do you carry that weight all while managing to glow?
Tell me Moon, have you ever watched as death took somebody’s life? Did you feel helpless then? While you were standing watching, letting it happen? How did you overcome the guilt of that day? Or do you still carry the unspoken guilt with you?
Whatsoever it is Moon, I aspire to be like you one day. I may not know your story but I know what you turned them into. I hope to bask in your glow for eternity.
Your true admirer,
Ipkshita Dahal
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