The Moon - Poem by Brandy Diaz
She watched the moon every night.
It's her way to escape from a fight.
She came up to the roof.
Bruised, bloody, and scarred.
Just the same, she watched it every night.
She asked herself, why have i turned out this way?
I would go to my parents but they turned me away.
She cried and stared at the moon.
What she didn't know, is that she would be rescued.
A love to mend her cuts and bruises.
She would sit on the roof, but she wouldn't be alone.
Herself, her love, her cherished ones.
Forever watching the moon.
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