Held Together

Under the half-moon sky, we find moments that hold us together - quiet, incomplete, but full of meaning. This poem is about that space between what was and what’s becoming.

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Under a half-moon sky, frogs sing

to memories, a heartbeat away.

Memories that claw their way back

when I try to sleep -

some nights, I still wear my old pain

like a second skin.

My chest still tight

from things I’ve never said,

under this half-moon sky

with memories I don’t forget.

I miss people

I never even knew how to keep,

with the half-moon watching

while I fall

into what’s not complete.

Like me, the half-moon is still there -

held together by fragments

of who I’m becoming

beneath a new-leaf sky.

The journey continues

under the half-moon sky -

in a place of quiet smiles,

where time moves slower,

and the weight I carried

no longer leads the way.

Here, I learn to take what’s given -

not as less, but as enough.

This night, this sky, 

this half-moon moment - I see it now. 

We always want more,

but look - how much we have.

So I stay a little longer, 

held together by the night sky,

until morning reaches me -

and I reach back.

The half-moon stayed. So did I.

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Held together by fragments, under the half-moon sky and quietly, I remain.

@alberteppo