I think the moon accepts now
he can’t catch me in the daytime
but he watches through my window
just the same
I see him pouting when I do the trash at night
he wants to know why I don’t
play scared anymore
I tell him what he wants to hear
I say it straight into his face
he won’t believe me, though
it’s new, but not to him:
“Beautiful things should not be feared”
I learned to say it loud and fierce
that took his fun away
but I don’t mind, I know
he can’t go anywhere
The 365 Poetry Project 
If you howled at the moon, I wonder how it would react? 😉
What if the moon was a metaphor?
I like to think it represents both depression and happiness-
depression can be beautiful, happiness is deserved by all, and neither should be feared.