What The Moon Thinks

- By Sanskriti Mohan

Mental health can be represented in so many ways. Read this calming, personified piece. Give yourself a break.

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She sat by the beach wondering what the moon thinks. Why does it shine so brightly today? Are these tears shining in the sky? Is it the happiness it feels moments before it is covered by the sunlight when it’s light does not matter anymore?

There is something in its cracks and spots that makes it so beautiful.

Is it proud that it can see the whole universe?

Or does watching the misery of the earth make it melancholic?

The sound of the ocean wavered over the silence.

Is it gazing at the earth with the stars like we gaze at it from the earth? Or is it in perpetual fear of the time passing by and hiding away along with its companions in the dark night sky?

Maybe the luna is whining about how it needs the sun’s light to shine but still cannot illuminate the earth. Maybe it is grateful for the light and shines as brightly as it could in its cycle.

She wondered what made it shine, either way it was almost ironic how something so broken, something so fractured could share its glimmering light and no one could ever question its marvellous presence.

What a pity it has to hide away, it's just a matter of a few hours, she thought.

What she sees is the bright side but after a while it dawns on her “What about the other side?”

The side so dark that no one can see, the side that no one pays attention to. The side which is broken and has no one to make it shine. Maybe it is beautiful, but the moon cannot accept it.

These thoughts keep her busy as she realizes the moon is slowly going down for the sun to take its place. The sun is so bright, you get tears in your eyes when you look at it. But the moon, you can stare at it all you want. It's always the same, but it’s never the same. The moon that slowly fades away.

It comes back again in a few hours, a bit more broken each day.

But it always comes back. And soon you have a full moon glowing in the blackness of the night sky.

It just needs a while, just a while, to break apart. Just to heal.

She goes back home as the waves drown her thoughts. And the serene magnificence of the sky lights up again.

By-

Sanskriti Mohan

(who too admires the beauty of the broken things)

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