…with the moon
The evening air
is breathless and fragrant
it rushes past me
his silence is unexplained
I am alone with the moon
and the ravens who watch me
with their cold unblinking eyes
I am the mistress of deception
hiding from myself
behind many masks
like a shadow in the night
I constantly evade the truth
letting it slip through my fingers
like sand through an hourglass
but deep in my heart
truth is a flame that burns
a fire that I know will consume me
but afraid of what it will reveal
I continue to deceive myself
believing my own lies
until surrender is my only option
now alone in the dark
with only the moon as my witness
I finally face the awful truth
and just as I knew it would
it breaks me
© Ann Bagnall
