I know it’s sad,
meant to be,
difficult to imagine telling the truth,
with any happy inclusive hypocrisy.
Stand with me, if only
for a quiet moment,
feel the pain,
confusion turned to empathy,
a wondrous feeling of
There is that shallow reckoning,
comes with open eyes,
a solemn reality,
when in a sudden moment of fear,
the human condition rears its ugly –
oh it is trauma in the highest regard,
that when we decide
an internal messenger
will again treat our state of mind,
with such callous disfavor.
Can you see it – if you look closely,
there is a shadow of torment in the light of the moon.