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The Guard of the Night

Watching my every move

By Colleen Millsteed Published 9 months ago β€’ 2 min read
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I wander the valleys of the lost and lonely,

Highlighted by the guard of the night,

Bathed in the beauty of the silvery white light,

Supported and encouraged to continue the great fight.


She seldom judges my actions, deeds or words,

Keeping my secrets nestled in her core,

Shimmering in glitter, the Queen of the stars,

Aware of the heartache I have in store.


I spends my nights gazing up at her adoringly,

As we converse in perfect harmony addressing the different stages,

Some nights she scolds my tears dry while wrapping me in loving warmth,

And others she is silent, patiently waiting as I unleash my rages.


One night I waited for her to rise in my darkening sky,

Watching as her crescent gorgeously unfolded before me none too soon,

I smiled wide knowing I had her full attention,

Because this beauty was my friend, the ancient goddess moon.


We spoke in great detail of the shattered and broken heart of mine,

Of the loss and pain I was experiencing in gory detail,

She reminded me of the future days yet to come,

Reiterating to breathe deep and manifest on every exhale.


I cried in her arms as she soothed my despondency,

Knowing she was the last friend I’d ever give my heart in trust,

I asked if I’d survive this crazy thing we call life,

And she bowed her beautiful head and told me I must.


These words were whispered gently into my ears, for me to hear alone,

β€œMy darling girl, you are born of fairytales and glittering gems,

Destined to discover the strength of which you digest,

Trust in my honesty, you’ll blossom into a rose dressed in the thorniest stems.”

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Originally published on Medium

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About the Creator

Colleen Millsteed

My first love is poetry β€” it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves β€” I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.

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  • Cathy holmes8 months ago

    Beautiful piece.

  • This was so empowering! Such a beautiful poem!

  • Babs Iverson9 months ago

    Lovely, so many glorious lines!!! Loved it!!!β™₯️β™₯οΈπŸ’•

  • Poppy 9 months ago

    Gorgeous poem Colleen!

  • Allowing the moon to keep our secrets. I love it. And I believe I understand at least to a degree allowing no other to have access to your heart ever again. Still....

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