for I can barely breathe.
I am a Hawk without flight
for I have not mastered walking.
I am a Deer without gracefulness
for I have lost my pride.
As the storms bleed into the night sky
I weep to see the moon.
As the stars fall from the heavens
I wait to catch one
with open arms and open heart.
Will tomorrow bring sunlight into the darkness of these days?
Will the winds of change blow as a feather upon my parched skin?
Or will I waste another minute,
another day,
another lifetime?
Tonight I reach for the moon!
