Moonshine Poem by Karla Bell

The moon shines so brightly when she is full
And you gasp at the wonderment of it all
Her sheer audacity to be so big and bold
And full of life and burn so bright
But what when she is a half moon
A quarter a slice,
Is she not so magnificent because not all of her is seen,
Or maybe you prefer her this way
Incomplete half hidden half a moon.
When the clouds gather and cover her bulging stomach,
She still bears the resemblance of a moon,
Yet her strength is questioned until her scorched belly bears itself again.
Hide and seek with her soul, but she is always all there,
You just can't see all of her all of the time,
But don't be mistaken..
She has scars and ragged rips and torn ligaments but she will still burn because she knows little else,
But one day she will burn less bright and only she will be to blame for fuelling a darkened space that could never be lit by purity because it was never pure. Never bright,
The moon she shines but who for... Was it you... Or did she go out