Mother Moon

The sun peeks
Through my window,
Again.
I loathe it so.

For it shines
Into my heart and soul
I am transparent
Before its
Piercing eyes.

No,
I do not like the sun

I instead am kin
To Moon.
A loving mother
Radiant,
Beautiful, yet
Dark, and
Mysterious

Like me.
Like I wish I could be.