Thursday, January 12, 2012

Moon

The moon is whole
I stare my pain into it
It absorbs it like a sponge
Expunge

It stares back at me
Like a wall
I can’t scale
Opaque

Its craters feel familiar
An abyss in my heart
Wallowing in empty
Cavernous

The moon is comforting
Rising over me
My heart levels
Calm

Illumination reaches me
Its glow softening
A glimmer communicates
Hope


OK, I’m getting off my shoebox now.

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