My Sun, My Moon; My Everything

I met my Sun and my Moon on the same day; the day I was born. Though at the time, I didn’t know that they’d be one of the most important people in my life.

My Sun was holding me, warming me with her delicate hands, looking at me with her soft brown eyes, and smiling happily at my pale and fragile body, while Despair lurked in the background waiting to destroy me. I later learned that my Sun was always the one leading me away from the darkness of Despair that would’ve held me captive, and given me endless torture and misery. And my Sun, my Sun always fought for me, she would push the darkness away, until I was safe. She protected me.

But my Sun wasn’t always there.

Despair wrapped around me like a blanket, but unlike a blanket Despair froze me. I was dying. My skin was turning paler and paler by the day, bags covered my dark eyes, my body getting weaker and weaker by the second. My Sun had left for the day, I was alone. Or so I thought.

My Moon held me as I slept, pushing away the cold blanket of Despair, and wrapped her own arms around me, I was safe. My Moon would always wake me up from my dreadful nightmares about Despair, and would reassure me that they weren’t real.

She would rock me to sleep, my head on her chest; listening to her heartbeat. I would rest with a smile on my pink lips, because I knew there were beautiful things. And that is all because of my Sun, and my Moon; my Everything. ◆