Always night-time somewhere
I seek a mother in every mother,
a father in every father
I am still a daughter
I am still not sure how to find home
I am still a daughter - but whose?
I am also just some person now
Not a girl, not a child,
not anyone’s anything
And today,
in the stark middle of this sunny day,
I can see the moon in the sky
Profound and silly to remember
that it’s always night-time somewhere
Today I remember,
it is always night-time somewhere
within me
This was so, so very beautiful 🤍
Awwn!.
To my best interpretation
I think the most piercing thing you wrote is how you can be standing in full daylight, sun everywhere, and still feel the moon already there, already dark somewhere inside the same body. That’s not metaphor anymore; that’s just how it is sometimes. The orphan feeling doesn’t leave when you grow up. It just learns to share the sky.
You’re allowed to keep looking for mother-shape and father-shape in strangers’ faces and still be a whole adult at the same time. Both are true. Both are tiring. Both are yours.
Thanks for writing exactly this.
Would love to connect btw.