*A poem from the fall of 2019.*
The light in the distance reminds of something I just can’t place,
green, shining.
The moon’s so bright, I’m almost blinded by the beauty of it.
I let my inner child out,
she screams and begs and cries
with her new found freedom only to find
that she fought so hard to arrive in a world
of pain and grief.
The tears marking her face create tracks,
tracks of her life slipping past,
year after year as she tries to bury herself away again.
It’s too difficult. It’s all too much sometimes.
She can’t see the green grass or feel the crisp air.
She can barely address the ground beneath her feet
and the sky above her head.
They keep her trapped on a planet
with an atmosphere so thick
she can barely breathe at times.
So It Goes 