The promise
For the letters to the moon challenge
there you are…
hanging thin and low in the darkness
as the world glitters on below
look at you in the night sky
watching on as i cry out
waiting for the time when
these tear soaked rivers will run dry
measuring our passing time
as you thin and grow and thin again
calendars were set by your shape
marking times of harvest and gang-gang-sual-lae
women linked arms and sang while they danced under your light
and as my heart seeps grief
longing for the one who so tenderly took my peace
i wait for that time when you will fill
and return full to see me whole again
About the Creator
AggieSoon
Let’s not suffer in silence. Let’s use our words. Let them drip from the screen to move our hearts, challenge our minds, and enrich our time. Here are mine. Really looking forward to reading what others have to say.
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts5 days ago in Longevity
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