I found myself looking
at the light reflection of the moon
into the water.
How it solemnly bends and sways
with its crest and through.
How the stillness of the night
mirrors the agony I am feeling…
The numbness of the pain,
the harsh reality that’s setting in,
the weakness of a dying soul,
—a dying dream, a dying beat for life…
But in this moment of downfall,
the moonbeam reminds me
of hope…
That hope that draws
from hopelessness…
My mouth forms a smirk,
I let my tears fall.
I smile, I laugh, I sigh—
knowing that being brave
is the only option left…
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*image: gabriel tovar / unsplash
