About Poet
Gabriela Georges…
Is a writer, musician, facilitator and founder of The Grief Cocoon - a community platform for grief support, education, and creativity. Based on the lands of the Kulin Nation, writing and music are her way of re-storying and connecting to the sacred.
Sisters On The Moon
By Gabriela Georges
My light had dimmed to non-existence.
Like a frog in a jar – leaping up, bouncing back,
looking out but trapped in.
Dismembered from my body,
estranged from my spirit,
but so were you.
Two hurt souls drowning in the ocean,
Trying to breathe underwater, forgetting how to swim to the surface.
Moving around each other, but never to each other.
Our ability to feel and express was buried under the grief.
She had transitioned to the other side, leaving us empty.
Only our layers of pain and sorrow kept us warm. We clung to them,
You with your chosen vices; me with my utter apathy.
But repression is a delusion –
subdued pain escapes in subconscious ways.
We lived on the moon, where only darkness exists
for neither of us could be the Sun.
We flung shooting stars at each other –
hoping we could catch them but scolding our hearts instead.
Our burning skin reveals raw flesh -
I’m sorry I could not dress your wounds.
I’m sorry I could not dress my own.
Unready to confront the reality of you, or my denial of me.
It’s a mystery how the cracks formed through the grey clouds,
making way for piercing rays.
I don't recall when I saw the light again.
I don’t recall how I found my way out.
I don’t know where the light came from –
or how it shone through, for not only me, but for you.
We seldom speak of having lived in darkness for so long.
We had no shared recollections; only random pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.
I realised the futility of it all – easier to forgive and dwell in the now.
Where our centre of gravity is as strong as our bond,
where we are each other’s Sun.
Where there is nothing left unsaid –
we are no longer drowning but swimming,
endlessly around the Earth’s oceans.
Weaving and ducking between each other,
playing tag and making bubbles underwater.
Where our heated words no longer scold our hearts,
and wild laughter follows at the sheer likeness of our fierceness.
We are still living in space,
but we are neither fully the Sun nor the Moon.
We alternate between them, never consumed by the mood of either one.
When we are both Suns, we do not envy one another's light.
When one is the Sun and one is the Moon,
the Moon does not dim the Sun's rays.
The Sun shines stronger to brighten the Moon.
When we are both Moons, we look for the cracks and wait for the light.
We have learned that in time the light will come,
that it will find its way through the cracks.
And we will always be ready,
to shine.