Stigma of the Moon

Planetariums freaked me out The way those stars together found Each other in a vast, embedded sky Time to turn a table now Let us see what's underground And feel the beating core that's asking why Did I fear control? Did I hate the fact that tides were moved along By one of those orbiting emotions in that dome? I had a stigma of the moon So bad, I'd hide myself from view Each crescent cut me deep My open eyes could not stop sleep from Pouring through Craters in the words I heard Brought me comfort here on earth In growing trees, I felt the ease You took from me stability And how much do I owe This planetary growth That kept me safe from hesitation But set me free when it needed to? I had a stigma of the moon So bad, I'd hide myself from view Each crescent cut me deep My open eyes could not stop sleep from Pouring through I can't believe I couldn't even Have a single tapestry With such a shame No waxed or waned Emotion could have kept me sane, so I had a stigma of the moon So bad, I'd hide myself from view Each crescent cut me deep, But now with eyes open, I see That feeling that was looming Now illuminates every part of me