I’m stuck between a letter and a word
pushing towards the end of a line
in many a meaning, I’ve shamefully erred  
to make sense of a sentence and a rhyme
all this effort consumes me
It bleeds my heart to think
my soul is weighing heavy
till poetry pours out of me like ink
many a thought often slay me
I rewrite to find release
I’m lost, till you find me
crying out, “read me…please”

and at that moment,
every tear,
every all day hatred,
every late night awakened,
was all worth it.

Somewhere out there,
someone is watching the moon
thinking of you and smiling softly
with a twinkle in eyes and love in the heart.