The winter air is too thin and
the January moon shines too brightly.
I will stay inside to tend the hearth,
to warm myself by the fire,
to protect myself from the cold.
For the January moon shines too brightly
and it may reveal the broken places,
the places where I put myself back together,
the places where I fell apart years ago.
The January moon shone too brightly that winter too,
reflected on the the pieces of me scattered on the floor,
reflected on the pieces of shame,
reflected on the bits of insanity.
The January moon shines too brightly
so I stay hidden in the shadows and stillness
hidden where if you don’t look too closely,
I can fool you into thinking I’m whole.