A partial eclipse

I have been watching the sun being eclipsed - at least partially.  I was seeking a poetic metaphor that may speak to womb twin survivors: The light that was seemingly stolen from the sun was only on loan for a while, and was returned.

Eclipsed


I grew strong and vital,  another grew with me.

I stretched my feet and he was there, mute and still.

My beloved moon wandered slowly across me

I shrank to make room for him, that he may shine.





Now he has passed by and I may shine brightly

But I wish that the light of my life was still dimmed.

That partial eclipse has stolen my light 
But I gladly gave light to him, that he may shine.





In the night's darkness his shining is gentle

His sweet light returns to me, time after time

When he is dimmed I feel strong tides within me

I lent him my light, so his moonshine remains.





But where did I go when his darkness passed by me?

My light was unseen, yet it burned in me still

I know now, the light that I lent to him gladly

Is returned to my inner life, that I may shine.


I hope you will forgive this moment of self-indulgence on my part, and find something in this for you. The alpha energy within you is always there, like the light of the sun  is always shining behind the moon in an eclipse. You give it willingly away to preserve the memory of your twin.  Its OK to claim it back.