The trees cast shadows into the night,
Stay until morning light,
The sun will rise
And all will know
For all the trees begin to glow.
These magic trees,
Give a new sense of life.
To those waiting for their chance
But tell me will the trees,
Give me a glance into the person I can be?
Or am I destined only to see the simple, yet ordinary, tree?
Talking To The Moon
My thoughts are quiet as I stare into the blackness of night and don’t hear a sound. I can only see the abyss that lies ahead that is illuminated by the moon. Illuminated are my hopes, dreams, and a voice inside that calls to me. Where this path leads, I can’t be sure. It tells me never to give up on myself, and go forward in this life and forge my path to become a stronger woman. It’s a small voice, really, one that is shown only by the moon’s glow. But once it starts to appear, I know that there is nothing in this world that can stop me. Although the path is dark and bumpy at times, at least it’s the path I chose for myself. So, I guess only the future and the moon know what lies ahead. And I’m okay with that because at least I have the moon’s glow to keep me warm and light the way.
Light
There’s this light inside me,
That I once thought was lost
A fire that has been covered for so long
I thought I’d never find it again
Because it was buried under humiliation and lies
Humiliated of who I was and the things I had seen
But one thing I’ve learned
I shouldn’t be sorry for being me
And part of being me is accepting my past
So, I’m going to take that light
And let it blossom and break the glass
That has always enclosed me in my cage
So the world can always see
The person I was born to be.
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