Only the Night

I write for the night,
For she is the one who listens
 
Her moon and stars hear my cries,
For I save my pain and tears for them
 
I stay strong for the day and his sun,
For others would worry if they saw
 
Yet in the night with her darkness,
No one will see me if I break
 
I let myself cave for only these weary hours,
Until ebony kindness draws me to sleep
 
And then I wake and write the next night
For she is the one I allow to listen
This poem is about: 
Me

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