Mandy in the Moon||origional poetry

Late one night I found myself caught
in the moon's gravitational pull on my heart.
Oh what a weak human, once was I
To be lured by the moon up in the sky.
I thought of myself as a tranquil ocean,
And he the moon, worthy of devotion.
But each time he faltered; when he slipped,
My world grew dark as in a lunar eclipse.
Sad but true, the moon ruled my waves.
Even when I knew he had misbehaved.
Full moon, crescent, or even at quarter,
He disturbed the surface of my still waters.
He stirred my waves to a state of agitation.
No sorrow or regret for his aggravation.
He dared to live high among the stars.
This moon's anger rivaled that of Mars.
I knew he'd never make things right.
So I turned my back upon his light.
No longer tousled by violent storms,
Within my ocean there's only calm.
No more angry words can he bark
The moon grew silent when he grew dark.
An ocean's waves hold a salty brine
So were the whitecaps held on mine.
No more salty tears for him do I cry
For the moon has fallen from my sky.
His gravitational pull has no power
To ever make me tremble or cower.
My tides are balanced in ebb and flow
Because of the seeds I learned to sew.
There's an ocean of faith inside of me.
Without the moon, I'm a tranquil sea.

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Poem written by:@shahidkha
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