Moon Lady
The moon hung low and red listened to me."I am tired and lonely," I whispered.
I told her this would be temporary.
I told her I wanted to change things.
I wanted to change things for the better.
She was large and round smiling at me.
It's that wicked smile of sarcasm
She knows me well.
But I know I am changing.
But how?
I know I am out there dragging my feet.
Potential swirling like a mist around, my hands unable to grasp at them.
Tomorrow, I tell myself.
Tomorrow, I step forward.
And yet I cower in the darkness avoiding the lunar shine when the time comes.
Will you sense me here
Will you find me here?
I want to be near you.
posted by John @ 11:41 PM
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