Words Poem by Laura Pierce

Ur words cut like ice dropping through snow.
They're as slow as honey deepening into the soul
never to be forgotten in the mind of the one who's left sobbin.
The ground beneath my feet broken once again
can I repair my wounded wings before it too late?
The moon reminds me I'm not alone
in my heart Jesus planted my moon as my comfort zone
knowing I'd see many many nights searching for a friend.
I'm am the way I am the light He said