There is an end to every beginning
And a beginning for every end
When life starts fracturing;
You'll see who your real friends
Truly are,
Even if they may be far.
Hold them close, closer to your heart
For each day you are apart.
Some stories were meant to be
Some were simply to make you see
That doesn't mean they're right
And the future is not always bright
But hold on just a little while
listening to the moon's howl.
See the moon, up so high?
That's where your dreams fly
The end is rarely close in sight
Such that the beginning feels like error
But as you take flight
Or stumble in terror
Every step brings you closer
To who you are, eventually
Further from who you used to be
But every rendition is yours eternally
The moon glows so bright, my child.
Won't you stay with me tonight?
YOU ARE READING
melancholic ecstasy
Poetrya collection of short poetry, some of which are sweet, some heartbreaking, but all of them mine. Some will have been written or published in A Collection of Oneshots, but they are mine- p.s. I'm new to poetry, so feedback is welcome! ❤️
