The split spell

New Moon in Gemini

She didn’t mean to say too much that night.
But the words had been building.
In her throat. In her chest. In her dreams.

The moon was gone again,
vanished behind its veil,
like it always does when something sacred is about to stir.

She walked the forest path alone,
but not in silence.
The air was buzzing.
With ideas. With memories. With all the versions of her
she’d kept quiet.

Gemini doesn’t come as one voice.
She comes as two.
As many.
As questions instead of answers.
As wind that carries stories without needing to land.

So the girl sat down among the whispering birches
and let it all out.

The doubt.
The wonder.
The truth she almost swallowed.
The lie she told to make herself smaller.
The poem that had no ending.

She didn’t explain it.
She just let it exist.

And when she stood again,
the stars hadn’t changed.
But she had.

She didn’t need to be understood anymore.
Only expressed.

A Question for the Gemini New Moon

What parts of you have been silenced in order to be understood?

If you didn’t need to explain, justify, or make sense,
what would you say?
What would you create?

Let each voice inside you write a line.
Let them contradict.
Let them coexist.
Let them be free.