I Cry

February 6, 2018

A silent moon 
and silent stars

A broken promise 
and broken hearts


No one knows 
because no one sees

The broken pieces of 

silent memories.


Piece by piece 
you find yourself 
and cry out to God

"Please take this hell!
Please make me well!"


The tears 
They fall

Like glistening stars 

A puddle like the moon


A glowing moon 
and glistening stars


A kept promise 
and a healed heart.

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