Becoming the Moon By: Amanda Burton
The moon doesn’t chase the sun — she rises in her own time. She glows through every phase she’s made. #poetry #empowerment #creative #moonlight #soul
Reading Amanda Burton's 'Becoming the Moon' poem truly hit home for me. There's a line that says, 'She left the crowd, the noise, the game, To find the girl beneath her name,' and it perfectly encapsulates that feeling of needing to step away from external expectations to truly reconnect with who you are. So often, we feel pressured to be a certain way, or we fear what we might become if we deviate from the path others expect. This poem, however, offers a beautiful counter-narrative, suggesting that becoming yourself, even if it means changing, is the most powerful journey of all. I remember a time when I felt like I was constantly chasing something – a certain image, a certain success, always trying to keep up. It was exhausting. The line, 'The one she buried to survive - She's calling now. She's come alive,' really spoke to the parts of myself I'd unknowingly suppressed just to fit in. It's a powerful reminder that sometimes, the peace we're aching for comes from shedding those masks we wore for show and meeting the self we used to know, or perhaps, the self we were always meant to be. The moon imagery is just perfect. 'The moon does not regret her fade, She glows through every phase she’s made.' How often do we regret our 'fades' – those moments of vulnerability, setback, or quiet introversion? This poem encourages us to embrace every single phase, understanding that even in waning, there's a powerful presence. It's about owning your dark as much as lighting the skies. This resonated deeply with the idea that sometimes, the 'becoming' is not something to fear, but something to embrace, a necessary evolution away from what no longer serves us. For anyone feeling like they're in a period of transition, or perhaps questioning who they are becoming, this 'becoming poem' is a gentle yet firm nudge towards self-acceptance. It’s not about rushing or forcing growth, but allowing it to unfold naturally, like the tides within that begin to hum. It reminds us that finding our true self, our inner calm, is a process, and it's okay if that means changing in ways others might not understand. As the poem says, 'She’s not what left — she’s what remains, The calm that lingers after flames.' It’s about recognizing that change isn't loss; it's simply growth, leading us to the truth we're drawn unto. So, let's all strive to be a little more like the moon – rising in our own time, glowing through every phase, and owning our unique light.
