Arelith

A IC poem, posted here because Min won’t be putting it on a shelf for a long while, just going to slip it into a poetry collection I’ve been cooking from her PoV for sometime. (Most of them are used for sermons, prayers, songs, or celestial language lessons while sailing)

Warning: this one is emo, because of yesterday’s IC happenings:

“A Moon’s Distant Light”

Beneath the stars, I bow my head,
The weight of silence heavy as stone.
Her light still calls, her love still near,
Yet I am bound by doubt and fear.

I am a coin cast down a well,
Submerged, yet I can see the sky.
Her moonlight touches the surface above,
But I am distant, sinking, submerged.

My back bears marks of blasphemy,
A brand that burns and will not flee.
It whispers lies, it clouds my mind,
And leaves her blessings undefined.

I know she calls, her voice is clear,
But I am deafened by the fear
That I am not the one she seeks,
Too broken now, too frail, too weak.

O Mother, your light still shines,
But I cannot make it wholly mine.
I feel the weight of wounds and sin,
And dare not let your love begin.

Yet still, I kneel beneath your glow,
A penitent who longs to know
If even now, in darkest night,
Your touch might guide me back to light.