22 Apr 2019

Anthem to the Moon by Nataliia Zubchenko

Behind the window
is a penny. Sore throat is the result of a scream. Pain in the temples - the effects of spoiled nerves. Pain in the heart - the consequences of the rupture. I sit in the middle of the room, look at the window and cry. I cry like a little girl. A girl who is afraid to stay alone. A girl who does not know where to move. A girl who got confused. A girl who needs help.
Darkness. In the sky, the stars are barely clear. Every minute they are more and more. Everyone tries to blink as brightly as possible. Everyone succeeds. But that's not better for me. Not better, because they all are the same, there is no special one, that will help to cope.
Darkness. I'm not crying anymore. Just sitting and looking at the window. As if waiting for a miracle. A miracle that will change my life. A miracle that will turn my mind. A miracle that will appear and remain forever. Who waits, he will always wait - I know that.
North. Suddenly, the pulse in the right thigh increases. Bright light. Special light Warm light. I'm trying to get used to it. Watching, I see: the Moon appears on the heavenly arena ... It is warm in the heart. "I was waiting for you". "That's what you need me - I feel it." Enjoy the company until dawn. So it disappears. But promises to come back.
Every night he returns. Every night we talk to him. Every night, when around nobody - only we. Every night - when hearing and sight intensify. Every night - when you can open each other, learn the secrets of each other.
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Moon, my beloved Moon. You know how hard I lived. You know what happened to me. You know all my hidden sides. You know how difficult it was to open up to you. You know ... you know me real.
Moon, my beloved Moon. You pulled me out of the shit. You did not leave me alone. You showed me the way forward. You broke all my knots. You helped me cope. You made me happy. My dear moon ...

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