This Is Who I Am

by Emma Stapleton

In the shadows of soft, silver light, 

I move between the day and night, 

A mix of happiness and sorrow, 

Where laughter hides away till tomorrow. 

I feel some joy, but sadness stays, 

A sad tune that quietly plays, 

Most days are filled with shades of gray,

Yet in this stillness, I drift away.

The mood and I have our story, 

In calm places where voices are low, 

I'm anchored, still, yet lost at sea

A quiet pulse of mystery.

I look at the stars with hopeful eyes, 

Under their light, my heart sighs, 

I try to fit in, change, and blend, 

But it all feels like a make-believe end. 

Judgment falls like leaves from trees, 

As I move back to quiet times with ease.

In busy spaces, I feel alone, 

A ghostly heart, a quiet tone. 

Oh moon, you hear my quiet sighs,

The way I hide behind these lies.

In the darkness, we combine our fates, 

A bond that time and light create. 

So here I am, both loud and soft, 

A heart that cares, but is often ignored, 

In the moonlight, I feel at home, 

A gentle sound, a quiet calm.