She sits, awake,
alone in her room.
Gazing out the window,
she prays to the moon.
Consumed by the pressures
of her everyday life,
finding peace in the quiet,
she clings to the night.
Her fingers envelop
a mug of hot tea,
as she briefly forgets
her responsibilities.
Her eyes close gently
and a breeze blows by.
It lulls her to sleep;
a hug from the sky.
She survives the days
to see the stars once more.
Her heart resides
where the darkness endures.
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11:11
PoetryA collection of poetry about life through young eyes. Because sometimes you just have to cross your fingers, close your eyes, and make a wish. --- "11:11" is Megan McMahon's first completed poetry collection containing 36 pieces. Take a trip into he...
