Goodnight Moon
The sky was beautiful tonight
But I wasn't
There was darkness
There was pain
There was fear
The darkness has always been there
The pain comes and goes but it come more often now
The fear comes from knowing that I have no idea what will happen
Will I break free?
Will I no longer need someone else's love?
Or will I be stuck going in circles?
The sky is beautiful
The crecent moon, a beacon of light, of hope
It's a promise that things will get better
A reminder that in the midst of all the darkness there is light
You just have to be willing to reach out into the abyss
My abyss is scary because I do not know what's in it
What will come?
Will I finally walk a straight line and end this cycle?
As I look out at the moon surrounded by darkness, I hope I can.
Years from now when I think of this moon I hope that I have made it
I look out at the moon
She is beautiful
Goodnight demons
You can't win tonight
The moon is on my side
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