Lunatic Poem by Mary Ramsey

My heart is as the moon; big, cold, pock-marked and cratered.
A parasitic light in the darkness.
Sometimes bright and blooming - sometimes a scar on the night sky.
Waxing and waning. Fulminate and flagrant - dismal and dim.
Strong enough to control the seas and the tide.
Silent and still, without the flares and storms of the sun.
Ever present, circling, orbiting, holding the world in sway.
Never noticed in the light of day except to say - why are you here?
It's not your time, you are not needed now.
Ah, but when the night falls - when the darkness covers and lingers.
Then you look my way and wonder why all the scars?