Moonchild Poem by Hailey H

When the sky darkens and the air runs cold,
I scurry to the cage that shields me.
I submerge into my quick-sand of a bed
Slowly waiting
For it to take me.

But here was safe,
a spot where I'd often be.
The warm crescent moon would be content waiting for me.
She will shine her light onto my lifeless body,
And call out for me.

I will turn to the moon,
Admire her beauty,
And weep a soft story.

For the sorrows I could not share,
For the tales that are too hard to bear,
And for the moments that polluted my core,

I will cry and sob,
A beautiful symphony.

A hum for the hurt,
And a hum for the children coddled by the moon.