I wake long before the moon retreats,
Toss and turn at the thought of it all,
Lie awake till it feels somewhat complete.
To escape this, I run a mile in search of a friendly smile…
Engulfed in the black, I search for a hand.
Terrified, I plead for you to stay a while.
Why take offense to who you are,
A blackened past staining a fresh new start…
A mind no longer in control after a well planned coup d’etat
“…It is the words left unsaid that leave a heart feeling constraint. Why should we take offense to who we are…”