Sunset Poem by Jessica Elizondo

As I sit on the moon lit hill, I stare at the moon and wonder how the dark could be so beautiful. I look down at the bleeding rose in my hand, it is simular to me, my heart. Its beautiful, but bleeds with pain. The rose was once beautiful but now its pettals fall to the ground when its reminded of the past. The past what a horid thing. But like the moon, the future looks so bright and beautiful. I can't take my eyes off the moon as time passes and and the moon disapears in the sky and dawn rises and the beautiful sunset apears. Time still passes and I watch as a beautiful sunset appears over the hill. I can feel the grip on the rose losen and it drops to the ground. It simbolizes my past so I forget about the tears I shed over it. There is nothing in my past but pain. I realize that as the sun slowly arises, so does my hope, and faith my hope, and my faith for a better future, a better me.