Aligned

My exterior is the sun, but my interior is the moon.

My bronzed skin

glows at the faintest touch of light,

the blinding star igniting a golden hue.

It shines so brightly,

you might mistake it for the most prominent star in the sky.

But inside, I am as dull as the moon,

searching for the right phase

a phase where I am finally aligned.

There is a darkness I wouldn’t dare to share,

a shadow of my own making,

known only to me.

It plagues my insides,

an unrelenting presence I desperately want to escape.

But the harder I fight,

the darker it becomes,

its grip growing stronger.

She is afraid. She is yearning.

My exterior is the sun, but my interior is the moon.