I know what it's like
To free fall.
You tumble
Head over heels
Over and over and over and over,
Never knowing up
From the abyss of down.
I know what it's like
To stumble blindly in the dark,
Groping for a light switch,
For someone to guide you,
For anything that's alive.
But suddenly
I'm
F l o a t i n g
With him.
YOU ARE READING
In The Moonlight
PoetryThis poetry collection is for the midnight girls: the girls who sit by the moon and wonder if they have value; who dream of belonging to a home where judgement and shame do not exist; who hide their hearts and yet fall in love so easily. Disclaimers...
