Guiding Moon

I stand in a dessert without a single dune

- just flat sand as far as the eye can see,
And high above me: an unreachable Moon,
silently shining its silver on me.

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Too distant for me to hear,
- but I know it sings
A soft lullaby about fear,
And sorrow, and broken wings.

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So I keep walking, further still,
Through this nothingness of sand,
An emptiness I cannot fill,
I wish for a helping hand.

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But there is none, and anyway
A helping hand I couldn't use:
I alone must walk this way,
Stand and win, or fall and lose.

A whisper from above and far
Tells me I'll be home soon;
I need no guiding star -
I have a guiding Moon.
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14.12.2019.

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Note: This isn't a religious poem. The dessert is a metaphor for depression, while the Moon represents my will to live.