Somewhere between a Harvest Moon
And an Empty, Dark Space
I blindly stumbled into my destiny.
My soul uncontrollably bellows out
“this is right”—
It is meant to be.
But a fraction of me is frightened
To invite someone inside of my
Special, Private Place.
A place not free of sorrow and
despair, but familiar.
How does the heart know
It is safe to trust again?
Is it acceptable to feel again?
Will the newly-arrived and
satisfying flutters inside of me be
nurtured this time?
Or are they present only to
Build castles in air?
The thoughts of emptiness plague
me like a deadly virus waiting to take
its next victim by surprise.
Am I steady enough
To profit the risk,
Hoping and believing
One last time.
Shall I believe the Wise Moon,
Planets and the Stars?
Or shall I choose the Empty, Dark Space
Which has become
My Unwanted Companion?
Somewhere between The Harvest Moon
And an
Empty, Dark Space,
I stumbled into Life.
About the Creator
Mary Bobik
I love to express myself through writing and always have. Whether it be journaling or writing poetry, writing my feelings down is therapeutic to me.
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