He Is Rescued By The Moon

I watched something that broke my heart today, smashed it to smithereens,

It was acknowledging the brokenness of a sad teenage boy,

As he attempted to hide the tears strolling down his devastated face,

Why, because life is kicking him hard right now, trying to destroy.

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He hasn’t stood on the earth that long, just a dozen or so rotations in fact,

He cannot be classified as evil or bad, he’s not been here long enough to learn that,

But his parents treat him terribly, his school mates bully him,

And his body is brewing a chemical concoction, he feels he needs a suit, a hazmat.

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Every morning he awakens and opens his eyes, I hear a groan of despair,

Another day, another war zone, he wishes for a small break,

He doesn’t understand how the human race can treat one so rough,

Where’s the concept of love, as he’s only learning how to hate.

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I see the strength he draws on to climb out of bed,

To face a day, hoping and wishing will be different to the norm,

Maybe find a special friend or an exciting adventure today,

But no, he wanders downstairs into a brewing storm.

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He struggled through the day, wishing hard for the end,

And it was with relief that he said goodnight and goodbye that evening,

Alone in his bedroom, able to remove his everyday mask from his face,

He studies his life, going over it again and again, to make sense of its reasoning.

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As he lay down his head to enter his dreams, he hears a tiny whisper,

He carefully opens his eyes to see who is whispering these words,

To discover, there framed in his window is a slither of the moon,

Surrounded by white fluffy clouds and a flock of birds.

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He climbs from his bed, gazing up in awe,

And the moon whispers again, “come ride with us on this beautiful night,

I’ll protect you from harm, instil escapism into your veins,

Teach you how to adventure, how to ride the universe’s star light.”

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He giggles (a first for him) in pure delight, as he climbs into the crest of the moon,

He sits leaning back against her, perfectly safe, with one leg in a crook,

The other leg dangling as he inspects the sky in delight,

And notices the moon has a gift for him, the escapism in the form of a book.

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As he takes one book from the pile, he gingerly opens the cover,

And finds to his utter delight, that he gets lost in the words on the pages,

He is suddenly thrown into the story, this one about hot air balloons,

As he sails through all the different adventures of the ages.

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Suddenly he’s forgotten the horror of his days,

As he sits in the crook of the moon’s love,

And he reads and watches the words come to life,

Living in amongst the adventure and happiness that can be found up above.

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