Breathing

Perditus

When anxiety bites

Or the grip of

depression looms

I stare at the moon

🌑

Observing its surface

The subtle shades

The patterns caused by

eon old impact craters

🌑

Mesmerised by its

dim

shimmering light

🌑

As I contemplate

my breathing slows

calm comes over me

🌑

For the moon’s beauty and radiance

brings tranquility

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