Death is coming out of me
Every memory of pain and mourning

I’m bursting with light

Despite the dark I’ll come forth with
Roaring hope and fulfilled longing

When I opened the box it unleashed parts of the past I wasn’t ready to confront ,
Memories I would rather not relive .

Maybe I needed to be confronted to actually heal , but I do not know how to handle this pain

Confrontation is new for me , having to deal with emotions other than just burying it .

How can I forgive them ?
How can I heal from this ?
How can I complete this process of grief ?

Questions I ask my self daily , questions I’m not ready to answer
Frankly .. I’m not ready for this new season in my life
I’m not ready to move on
Confrontation will have to wait .

Death calls my name constantly,
Always in my ear
Whispering to me in times of vulnerability,
One day I fear I’ll listen .

tell me lies under the moonlight
or
just for a night make up
we are sinners
but
under this moonlight you look like a saint
maybe
god won't forgive us
nevertheless
you are mine tonight under the moonlight
with
your sweet lies