Black Moon Planting

Tonight, beneath the hidden moon,

I lay down my old burdens—

doubt, hesitation, a trembling silence.

I cast them into the fertile dark,

to become something else entirely.

to become soil, regenerating and nourishing.

Life reborn from the shadows that once haunted me.

Freedom to exist, grow, become.

Within the darkness of these shadows,

I plant the seed of my truest self:

a starseed illuminated,

a poet unafraid,

a voice unbound,

a name that will be spoken

with honor and acclaim.

I claim the space I was born to fill.

Before I was contained by others.

I release the echoes of too small,

the demands of not enough.

Instead I rise as author, as seer, as a keeper of words,

It is with prayers on my lips

and gratitude in my heart

that I approach the three faces

of those who came long before me.

Long before man’s narratives

overwrote our mothers legacies.

I ask humbly for my heart’s desire.

I know longer silence myself

or humble my desires

to meet others expectations.

I want to embrace the goddess.

Now that I have seen glimpses of her

I want to honor her voice.

Show her that I have listened.

To prove that she is worthy of a voice

And that her voice, my voice, our voice matters.

So tonight I promise to do better.

I promise to emerge from my self-imposed darkness.

I promise to stop hiding in the shadows that I misunderstood as safety.

I promise to emerge the most authentic version of my self

To embrace her with all that I am

To honor her voice and her place.

So tonight under the dark moon

I ask for your support.

I manifest with your permission and guidance.

Let my poems win their laurels,

let my books find their readers,

let the world offer its recognition—

awards, abundance, renown.

Not as vanity,

but as proof of the sacred work fulfilled.

With these fruits,

I nourish my family,

I gift us safety, joy, and freedom.

The words I write become a table set with plenty,

a hearth where no one fears lack,

a legacy that endures beyond me.

So be it.

The Black Moon receives.

The Black Moon conceives.

The Black Moon births what is mine.