The Moon Speaks to Me

Through shuttered windows

I can glimpse her beauty

She’s surrounded by a haze of light

The grace she expresses glows

We all wonder at her strength

To hold herself up

Alone

Every night

Just for us

Watching over us

Silently sleeping in her wake.

These late night conversations are brief

But I whisper to her

Secret sentences

She’s longed to hear

Since the beginning of time.

“You are appreciated, even in our slumber.

Thank you for letting us rest.”

And through the shutters

She smiles.

Getting Help

I want to tell you

How I’m feeling

But don’t want dependence

To weigh you down.

 

I want you to see

That I’m hurting.

It should be obvious

Without words.

 

I want to know

Why nobody is around

When I’m hurting the most

But I don’t want an audience

For my tears.

 

I want to be heard

But can’t help

Soldiering on in silence.

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Silence

Silence screams static into my ears

Every minimal sound

Is a bomb interrupting monotony.

Yearning for interactions with others

Even if they are not my own.

 

The dull glow of the silent television offers no comfort

The thumping music diminishes-

Not welcome at this time.

Visitors are welcome

But none come or go.

 

Right now, the only comfort

Comes from my own sanity.

But how much silence can I take?

How much silence can this room hold

Before it breaks?