The night has descended
and tired is my heart.
I feel the body’s weakness,
In spirit, in soul torn apart.
I try to clear my thoughts,
With poem, prayer or song.
Yet find the melodies missing,
Somehow wrong.
So I seek solace in writing,
An escape for my thoughts.
To get it out, the poison,
Before it rots.
So here I lay before you,
The secrets of my self.
Bound, measured and tamed,
Desiring a shelf.
That my pains may be yours,
And yes, my triumphs too.
For we shall walk together,
Like friends should do.
As we are not quite strangers,
Though we’ve never met.
I know you’ve had heartache,
And felt depressed, I’ll bet.
I won’t lie and say don’t worry,
It’s just a phase of life.
For some of us are chosen,
To bear our time in strife.
Within our hearts we question,
Can happiness be real?
For, yes, we see it,
But, for us to feel?
We hunker in our shadows,
We travel in the night.
We bury ourselves in reading,
By silent candlelight.
And by and by we falter,
We slip and we forget.
That each has a purpose,
Though, know, we may not yet.
For out of our experience,
We can call forth light.
The lead others through,
The seemingly endless night.
And find ourselves among them,
Though we feel not whole.
We are never truly broken,
As united, hearts and souls.
So don’t believe you are alone,
That no one understands.
We are more than our trials,
While we are holding hands.
So, let us build together,
A harmony of parts.
And with these scattered pieces,
Find peace, at last, in our own hearts.
Moonlit Poetry 
