Talking Back

Hey. Hey, you.

I can see you.

I can see you sitting there alone in the darkness, hugging your knees, tears catching the moonlight as they roll down your cheeks. I can see the pain in your eyes; I can hear the tremble of desperation and despair in your voice. I can see the marks on your arms and the scars on your soul.

You wrap yourself in the darkness of the night, plunging deeper into the dark corners of your heart where no one lives, where no one sees, where no one knows.

But I know.

I know because you told me. I know because on those days when you couldn't handle it anymore, on those days when the world was against you, those days when it seemed your heart would burst within your chest, you told me. You told me everything. You tell me every night, after the tears, before the darkness consumes you completely.

I see you dying there alone and I know.

I know because I'm just like you.

I too sit alone in the cold, in the darkness, in deep, empty space. I too am dead inside and out, unable to stand for myself, instead I forever shine a light that is not my own.

But know this:
I see a light within you.

I see a faint light, a small flame burning deep in that dark corner of your heart that you forgot you had. Don't let him, don't let them, don't let the world snuff it out. Let it shine. Let it shine vibrant and beautiful like the morning sun; let it sparkle and shimmer like the stars in the heavens. Don't be like me. Don't let someone steal your light.

You are not alone in your pain. Someone sees, and someone knows. Don't bury that light. Shine from within, not without.

Your friend,
the Moon