Anastasia's p.o.v
By accident or choice, you break through the glass ceiling.
The clouds surrounding my dark lonely world suddenly
disappear. I live and thrive in a colorful, magical, and
imaginary fairytale land because of you. When people see
my face, they have claimed that I am your twin. I struggle to
win over your attention and heart. You can barely say my
name. How long must we continue to play this game? It is my
saving grace or secret pain and regret that my existence has
become a bittersweet memory for you. Our love and faith
recreates and tells a beautiful story over time, in and out
of utero. I am your precious and nameless moon child.
You have laid me to rest in both your heart and mind.
I stilll reach out my hand to hold your hand when you lose
your joy and strength.