Moon Held in azure velvet Yellow Mingles All around it Universal Stars Moon Sky Collide With dusky night and fire.. And In the morn ' The golden orb To be adored As she looks down With her glorious light For all of us From flora to fauna.. Gifting life She, the sun And her brother, The Moon Together To keep US Complete.. Lightly dark During the setting When the daytime is done.. And slightly darkened Right before Dawn gives birth To the Sun..
"A person often meets their destiny, on the path they took to avoid it"'Jean de la Fontaine'
She didn't exist Before she was six..
No God No Santa No birthday gifts..
Yet, many a foster home To treat her so badly..
I suppose it didn't matter
She had no social security card.. Or a birth certificate For birthdays she never Remembered having..
Shoes to wear Food to eat And she was dirty..
But not just her Face and tousled Chopped off hair..
Inside her It felt dirty as well..
Growing up Inches from hell..
But I think it mattered The most to her That she had no mama.. No arms around her No love unconditional Long ago she lost her face But she Can't even Anymore Remember her name Which brought her and left her At the edge of despair..
And for her mother To explain to her That life, very rarely Was ever, very fair..
Orr.. All of her "various mothers" Who let all her "various fathers" Take her Frightened Off and alone..
And when they were done They left her Emotionless And raw to the bone..
Her heart weighted down Like around her neck Hung A heavy stone..
Yet, a Heavenly Spirit And Earth Angels Abound Lifted her up And tore off the bindings That left her to drown..
She became a person That not only existed..
But a woman Who lives And loves And laughs with her children..
Her friends Her loves Her angels Her God..
Broke her free From a cycle She DIDN'T pass on..
Darkness Turned to light And broke through A seemingly Never-ending night..
And There's a possibility That It can be, someday We all end up Brave and free..