The sun slips beyond my troubled past,
Making way for moonlight's new beginnings.
Like the wolf howling up at the night sky,
I vulnerably release myself...
Trying to find my own pack.
I dance in the darkness of my soul,
Hoping for a reawakening.
My motions blow away the dust that gathered there,
I can see the colors of my future
Painted before me in purples and blues.
Dawn breaks and feeds my spirit;
I drink the sunlight and let it warm my body.
With eyes closed, I finally rest,
Sinking into my bed of peace,
Dreaming of my newfound promise.
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Jessica Auster
27-year-old stay at home mom with a passion for writing poetry and fiction.
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