Hope and Release

Hope

The Supermoon spills a silver thread,

From heavens high to what lies ahead.

It is the promise in the dark,

A brighter future, a fresh start.

The light says:

"Look up, what you desire,

Is drawn to you by lunar fire."

The swollen disk, a mirror vast,

Reflects the weight that's meant to pass.

A silent heave, a gentle break,

For all the burdens you must shake.

The energy whispers:

"Let it go, The deepest healing starts to flow."