Trapped in Unworthiness

I could swing down the moon
hand deliver it like cheese on a platter
and you would suck down each morsel
leaving the stars to blaze on their own
that full belly would soon grumble in discontent
and every star I handed you would
disappear into that same abyss
until only darkness remained
and still you would not learn to glow

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