Poems About Life

the moon

the water closes over my head and the air escapes my lungs.

It's cold and all I see is the dark, The dark stealing my hope and my dreams.

I hear what they say, that everything has its season, I hear the lies fall from their poisonous tongues.

my throat burns and I look up to glimpse the silvery moon laughing at me from above the waves.

She's so far above me and can barely see how much I'm hurting and still treats it all like a joke.

She looks at me and offers me her wisdom, little bread crumbs of truth that fall apart before they reach me.

I want to tell the truth, I want to scream until my lungs give out, but the lies are too thick; been telling them too long, they block my throat and I choke.

I want to yell and rant and hurt the silvery, patient moon the same way She's been hurting me and I can't because how can you lift a sword to something so wise and old?

Her children are around Her, safe above the deep dark water and I remember a time I was safe in the sky.

I remember my fall and I remember the pain as my wings were torn from me, I remember my first mistake, my first lie and I question it all.

I want to fly back up to Her with my wings of bone and blood and water and scream at Her "WHY?"

I want to shake her from Her throne to show her how it feels to drown.

But the moon stays high in the sky, and I surrender to the fate I bought myself.

I surrender to the cold, to the dark, to the pain because it's mine