Sitting ~ awake ~ unsettled...she gazes into the deep white of the moom ~

Secretly asking for an answer ~ a pathway ~

Lost ~ alone within her sorrow ~

She breaths in the cool night air ~

Seeking a new breath ~ leaves of confusion tumble upon her feet making it difficult to move ~ to breath ~

Gasping for simplicity she chokes on her own thoughts ~ bitter and coarse they stick in her throat ~

Where did these leaves come from? Remnants of her choices...they increase as she allows her memory to emerge ~

Overwhelmed with reality she bursts ~ throwing her arms up and reaching desperate now ~

Pleading for her moon to rise ~ to take her hands and guide them ~ up up and far away from herself ~

She cries in hope that she can find her moon ~ her savior ~ her solice ~ her power ~

Broken, she lies silent upon the cold cement waiting for the strength to face tomorrow ~