The river rushed
And the liquid gushed
It wasn't water
It was pain and sorrow
Nothing I couldn't walk through
Just an extra push
Just more work
The moon is across
What if I don't reach Luna?
Do I drown in my pain?
Do I cry and make it double?
Or do I just go back?
Is this me?
A fraud
A distraction
A pain
Or am I a flower
Growing on my pain
Letting my sorrow only lead me
This is me
A flower
YOU ARE READING
Heart on the Moon
PoetryNothing. Just poetry. Words on a screen. Don't try and understand. Just feel it.
