the moon and the stars

To the moon must I reach
And less than perfection
is unheard of
Good counsel must I seek
But to succeed completely
alone is worthy
The weight I know I bear?
That needs to remain
my little secret
The chaos surrounding,
Well that just needs
to be sorted through
The many tears I shed,
They need to be dried quickly
and covered...
My child,
Who has impressed this
upon you?
Who has given this stress
I never intended?
Who told you that it is good
to journey alone?
Why will you not share
your burden with Me?
Why did you let the chaos
over come you
When daily I offer you peace?
Who blotted from your memory
the shoulder I offer you to cry on?
And my child,
Why to them did you listen?