🍁 Her Moon, Her Anchor 🍁
Stanza 1
Life’s hurdles came like waves that climb too high,
each one a weight that pulled her hope below—
doubt wrapped her throat like fog that chokes the sky,
and despair pooled deep where warm dreams used to grow.
She’d watch the ground beneath her feet grow dry,
her heart a vessel hollowed by the flow.
Stanza 2
Tears traced cold paths down cheeks like winter rain,
and clouds rolled thick to hide the stars and blue—
the sky itself seemed bent to match her pain,
wrapping the world in shades of grey and rue.
She’d think the light would never come again,
trapped in the dark that only deepened new.
Stanza 3
But then she’d feel it: silver on her skin,
the moon—still low, still soft—peeking through the haze.
It hung above like kin she’d always been,
its glow a thread through every tangled maze.
No matter how the storm clouds pulled and spin,
her moon stayed close through all her difficult days...🌚✨02152026
©LanZhan 安娜·梅·德拉·奇纳
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