I said goodnight for the first time in a long time. I rested in a way that began to heal me. I reached my palms out to the moon and it welcomed me like I never left. It cooled my anxious fever. Told me I was okay again. Told me to dream. Told me to mend old wounds. I guess a part of me stayed on earth while the rest went to heaven. I live somewhere in between and roam this earth with my shield down. Some may say I’m I unarmed, but maybe I’m finally learning to let go of the pieces I couldn’t save. Maybe the moon never healed me. Maybe I healed myself. Maybe grieving speaks a truth that I loved deeply and effortlessly because I was once brave. Maybe sadness is lonely and maybe sometimes it’s not. Maybe you can heal while you grieve too. Maybe you can finally let yourslef rest again without feeling guilty . -AMT©️