Only the luminous rock so far beyond the average reach knows what I've prayed and longed for while alone with my thoughts.
Only the silver eye of dusk can peer into my secrets and be welcomed like a long lost friend.
Only the ominous orb of twilight has heard how days are too long and bright for the common pessimist and the nights far too short.
Only the tidal sphere hears my cries as the push and pull of daybreak fades with the harshness of someone else's dawn.
The hours I've wept, the times I've fallen, the days I've given up, the expense my soul has paid for lesser worth, and the dreams that now reside with the stars.
How many are there?
Only the moon shall know.
YOU ARE READING
Words I've Kept
PoetryThis is my coping mechanism. I love poetry and feel like it's the only anchor for me some days. I thank those who have me strength to share. I write about Trauma and dark moments of my life so if those aren't for you neither is this.
