the empty embrace of the night,
a broken soul sits upon a box,
pondering on where she went wrong.
she is but a fragile heart,
a beautiful piece of art,
who's been hurt by unspoken words.
she's done her best to keep,
her practiced smile to the world.
she's tried all that she could,
but her efforts proved nothing.
she's a withered rose on the last of her days,
in hopes of new beginnings.
she is fool to believe,
that a welcoming hand would heal her.
she has been met with disappointment,
time and time again.
she wants to let go and accept her fate,
yet she is a coward.
her soul cries for the moon and the stars,
in hopes that their loneliness would be gone.
yet hers is still there,
and burdens her heart.
she can never be selfish,
as she has a kind heart.
her pain may be great but she still goes on,
for the sake of others.
-The Moon's Child
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Thoughts of a Moon Child
PoetryThey say the Moon sat alone in the sky, stars just out of reach to comfort it each night. Little did they know, a child of the Moon would recite poetry of her own for she shared the same loneliness as the one in the night sky. [cover image is not m...
