How many more full moons
Will rise in rotation
Before I reach my point
Which full moon will not pull
These tears
From my core
All of this sleeping magma
Gentle flow within
My exoskeleton
Keeping me warm
Hydrated
Until
You Rise
Universal clockwork
Nightmares introducing themselves as Sweet dreams waking life
          encountered
Eyes open to the thoughts of
Lesson
Harm
Responsibility
Sorrow
Willingness to give and receive the least healthiest
In the name of
Forgotten languages
Underneath each full moon blooms a dead rose
Whose thorns drip blood sweat tears
Onto toxic soil
That is not my truth
Scarring my feet and hands removing the entirety of their existence
Living
Then
The revisit
Every
Full
Moon
I won’t ask why I was made this way
This way of
Sponges
Absorbing
Holding
Each
Full
Moon
The mirror becomes cleaner
The time less meaner
Than
The time
Whose secrets it reveals
Some full moons
It’s You
Some full moons
It’s Me
My growth occurs at night
My rest belongs to the sun
Each next phase
Is a new day
When will the new day stay
I have made peace with each knife
Kissed their blades
Sheathed mine
Licked yours clean
My pain
Your gift
Is mine to keep
Not yours to nail into your palm
That’s Love
A moving on
Your pain
My error
I pray your moonlight exposes
As fading mist
No trace
Of that mistake
Peace at your awake
Each
Full
Moon
My immaturity visits
Lollipop in hand
Sits by my side
Looks into my eyes
Joins the cry
We tried
Perhaps the full moon’s glory will become another story when this
          sympathetic fixed sign turns their forgiveness inward
I grieve for me
Strength in understanding
What was an Action
Cause affected
Grieve for those who acted
Causing the effect
A cycle broken by my action
A harm healed by my patience
There is so much love to offer to so many in pain
Each full moon
This truth remains
There is so much love I did not honor, and so much dishonor
          disguised as Love that I did not turn away
Each full moon
Brings the face
Of each one
Sleeping magma
I try not to wake up
Anger
Lava will not represent
Each
Full
Moon
I remove
Regret
Through repent
Refuse to resent
A box of darkness
Called a present
We’re told
To believe
Each full moon I weep for those who gift wrap the darkness of their
          corners
And the ones in receipt
Each
Full
Moon
I strengthen my corners
Who assigned their frequency to my antenna
Who witness my failures in human kindness and listen to my prayers
          admitting sins
Who whisper love into my soul each time my mind grows in wisdom
All of the ways living has made living a trial
Become the reason I cherish my smile
I’m making it
Each full moon my tides are polluted by hidden litter
Each full moon
My tides begin to clear as clear as amniotic fluid
Lucid
The times that have been shone on
Will have moved on
Tales of yesterbeams
Each
Full
Moon
Faces me
Facing me
Allows my innerstanding to knit seams of manifested peace
Cloaking me
Becoming gifts others receive
Each full moon phases with Me
Reminding that change is permanently turning back around
Viewing the unfolding birthed serenaded by silence’s sound
Recognizing a familiar being introducing their uncovered
Radiance
Dry eyed
And as naked
As each full moon.
“I thought I was losing my mind. I was only seeing the Truth.
I thought I was going to die. I was only receiving a Jolt.
I thought I had fallen too low. I was only being Uplifted.”
And they call it Full Moon Madness.

 

Liza Zayas is a lover of writing and dancing and celebrates both as a singer and songwriter performing as Luna del Flor. You can hear her collaborative sounds and experience life through her storytelling. She invites you to dance. Her poetry seeks to initiate dialogue by intentionally expressing consequences of love, lust, ego and self-respect.