A Woman Who Walks On a Moonlit Path

A woman goes on a moonlit path 
between twenty-four and zero hour.

She walks on the past 
harboring enmity in her bruised heart 
the heart that is torn to pieces by the many blowing winds. 

She goes into the distasteful past
which has many holes caused from severe punishment she underwent,
and that is why no matter how much you stuff your fond memories 
or how you pack your affections in it, they simply leak out.

While staring in the present lying between twenty-four and zero hour 
through a convex lens formed by her tear, thereby magnifying present she sees, harsher and crueler than it might, 
she sighs “no one to blame but myself, 
it’s nothing but a bad karma.”

As the moon wanes in the west 
the eastern sky becomes brighter with dawning sunlight.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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