Category : Poems

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I gave up last night
Wanted to end it all.
My pain, the suffering
And the isolation I felt.
I made a plan,
And in the dead of night 
Went out to the blizzarding gloom.

I found the place 
Where i wished to take my last breath
A little hollow beneathe an old tree.
But before i went inside
I spoke to the moon
And to my suprise
The moon spoke to me.

He told me I was meant for more
Though he could not tell me what
To look inside myself and in time
My purpose I would find.
I asked the moon if he could speak
Than why not do it before?
Why to me and why not to those who've gone before?
Again he opened up his gaze and shown down his calming gleam. 
He told me that he always speaks but rare the few that hear him
He sees the truth inside us all
And the life but strong and weak
He told me that though I've given up
My spirit still shouts for help
My spirit still had a dream

I asked the moon how i would know
My purpose and how to find it
He told me its already there
Its always been inside me
He told me of the tales of old
Of joy of faith of hope
And how he helped people find them all
And become greater than themselves
He told me that each one of us
Is here to spread some good
And some to spread evil and fear
Its balance that the world has sought
For all these stubborn years

All of this confounded me 
And i asked the moon with sass
You mean I am meant to bring joy and fun
Like some low key clown or hero
The moon just flickered as if to laugh
Then stated more like Nicolas

Like Santa? You are joking
I said to the sky
He just some story mom would tell
At each and every bedtime

The moon said finally 
The night is getting weak
Just remember that even the tallest of tales
Started with one man and his dreams
So look inside and find your spirit
And your core that you bring to the world
Dont give up
Go back home
I will speak with you again

I left that hollow not sure
Of what I had just been through
But sure enough I went home
And a change in my mind quickly took over
I saw each day differently 
Saw each person in a different color.
But most importantly 
Instead of giving up
I kept moving on
Conscious of my being

Its been some time now
And though the moon hasnt spoke to me since
I know he is still up there
Watching
Guiding
With his glimmering light
Waiting for me to find that purpose

I doubt i will have a tale
Or legend like he stated
But i do believe in what he said 
That there was more to me
When will I find it?
I do not know
However a thought is in my mind
Maybe its better not to know
That way it is not how i am defined
Not by myself nor anyone else
Just continue on my new found path
Spreading me
Myself 
And I

Who I am does not define what I am meant to be
My previously negative mind now changed by that blistering cold night
I found a purpose
To live life to the fullest
Because when the moon spoke to me
I chose to listen

The moon does speak to us
Each and every one
I am but a prophet
Of the midnight sun
So please before you give up too
Or have given up on hope
Turn your ear to the sky and listen for his voice
And let him guide you back to the light.