It's a quiet night,
Surrounded only by the darkness
Of these walls that keep me here.
I feel trapped,
Smothered,
Restless.
So I remind myself,
These walls do not contain me.
Grabbing a blanket
I dash from my confinement
And make a break for the door.
Swinging it open,
Cool, sweet air greets me
And I leave the darkness behind.
Settling into a comfortable spot
Along my prison,
I gaze up at the stars.
The watery blackness of the sky
Splattered with so many shining stars,
Brings me comfort.
It is a new darkness,
Not one that smothers me,
Not one that is thick and sticky,
But one like water,
That soothingly laps agains your skin.
Blackness that is dotted with
Stars and hints of blues,
Undertones of purple,
And a single, gentle moon
Floating lazily amongst the stars.
I reach out and can almost feel it,
The sky brushing against
My fingertips,
And the gentle warmth of the moon.
I will reach you one day.
I whisper to the abyss,
And skitter back
To my self-made cell.
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Writings to the Moon
PoetryMy readers are the witnesses to these jumbled thoughts that crash and collide in my head, that my fingers from the letters to words that work their way into sentences that become stories and tales for your brain to pull apart into sentences and word...
