The Moon
The Moon
The Moon is a constant mistress,
A companion of this heart…
She is there during my distress,
Has always been, never apart…
Sometimes, she is weak and wan,
Just as I do, in my weakest moments…
But, she can always be tough and brawn,
Lifting my soul to stronger sentiments…
It seems she understands what it means,
To be human, whether, strong or weak…
Just as she comforts and controls the seas,
She gives me comfort and some peace.
J.E.
Copyright © Jennifer Etheridge | Year Posted 2021
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