Monday, December 22, 2008

Moon's Cover

I pulled the moon like stretched cotton to cover me
From the cold- a cold that lies deep
Within a worn soul that has lost its hold
I would turn loose, but where would I go?
The bottom has fallen from under
So I hold tighter to my cover of the moon
As it protects me from the cracks thunder
Tucked away until the anger passes
It's burning and I can taste the seeped in
Bitter ashes of consequence
I'm peeling from head to heel
There is nothing to numb the pain
The sting of sin is all I feel
My spirit collapses and the fierce rumble of anger
Finally subsides
I roll back the cover of the moon
To feel peeks of light

© Alya Landry 2008

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