On my lowest days, I lose my power

My sense of self turns rotten as it begins to sour

My feet drag in the soil from which they grew

As I wander aimlessly, unsure of what to do

And before I know it, the sun has left her post

The moon has swept in as gently as a ghost

And I'm reminded of her power, despite her smallest phase

I'm reminded of her strength, even on her lowest days

When she's full and bursts with light, her body moves the tide

But it does the same when she goes dark, consistent with her stride

The water moves the same, she is still in control

Even when she's just a crest, still bright enough to guide my stroll

From waning to waxing, her beauty is the same

She is a force, she is grounded, just as I am, despite my pain

Some days I am full, some days just a crest

But I rise day by day, and always try my best

Healing is not a line, it's phases on a wheel

It's messy, and it's cleansing when you allow yourself to feel

Feel the good, feel the bad, feel all that lies within

And on your lowest days, know that you will rise once again