At night, laid in bed, I can’t
escape the taunting, scornful voice
in my head. I cannot hide under
the covers from this monster.
And so I find myself fleeing from
bed, out from the restricting
walls, to breathe the crisp air and
stare into the void of night.
The moon is my only solace, and the more
I watch her, the longing to fly to her
grows bigger within me. I picture my
escape from this pain-filled life under her gaze.
I see my savior as a man and his horse –
both made completely of sparkling Moonlight;
they descend from her bright, welcoming glow,
following the path of my outstretched arms.
He will scoop me in his arms and hold me tight
against himself as we gallop up and away. With each
mile, my pains will fall away like shooting stars, and I
will grow brighter in her light as my darknesses disappear
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