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Moon on the Ground

I couldn’t stand the blinds being down.

I opened them up and saw the moon on the ground.

Moon on the snow, the trees, and the wall.

Stars shone through the ice like a crystal ball.

I pulled in my focus to something more real,

the rosery that hangs from my windowsill.

I ached that He helps me find my way out;

I was silent, though, with not one yell or shout.

I cried just enough to cool myself down,

but if I cry anymore, I’m afraid I might drown.