I walk outside

and the full moon glares

vacantly

down at me.

As if grinning

at the mischief

that it coyly inflicted upon my day.

Like the moon

pulls the tides,

it, too, pulled out of me

memories of that morning

before I was raped,

images of the scene

crashing down on me like waves.

Stale emotions hang

in the air like salt.

The presence

both hurting

& healing my wounds.

The full moon

glares down at me

with objectivity,

as I attempt

to ride the waves that it’s produced.

About Me

I am the founder of the new iamafighter social network, a poet and a writer. You can find me on iamafighter (and most other social networks) under @TrishaLuluWiles.