Moonborn by Aura Guerra-Artola

One Poem Only · Nov 24, 2025 · 1m

Moonborn

Aura Guerra-Artola

I am the Moon’s daughter.

Forever shifting rooms

within the skin I call home.

My light has crossed the tides,

so have my shadows.

I leave pieces—

memory like bark,

fallen

between full and hollow.

I lay in the hands of the earth

what in mine has completed

its cycle—

in case she wills

that it might bloom anew

for someone else.

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