There is blood on the end of the sickle moon,
though no one but me can see it.
It's the same moon that hung
over the place I was born
grown gaunt with homesickness.
Or maybe I've just seen myself
reflected in the moon
as darkness inches across it,
engulfing it so nothing of its past remains.
The most familiar things look wrong
under a moonless sky. I recognize nothing
that looks like home.
I embrace my darkness,
but I do not let it consume me
for I have the brightness of the stars in my soul.
I let them point the way,
if not towards home,
towards a future where I shine steady
as souls wax and wane around me.
Song Choice: Away by Priscilla Hernandez
This poem is linked to the Tuesday Platform over at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads and Poets United Poetry Pantry 421.
Perhaps you've noticed the tags this week too. I didn't plan on Rina having a large role in the Yuuki stories, but when I wrote a bit of flash fiction from the point of view of Ana's favorite aunt, people seemed to really like it and wanted to know more about her. This poem is written from the point of view of a much younger Rina, and I promise to expand on that tale very soon. 😉