Sitting in the moonlight by the lake,
a woman searches for existence.
Tomorrow she lives with another,
lives in prison - the end of freedom,
and she feels empty, a bleeding dread.
Her face clouds; in the sky she perceives
the wan pallor of the gloomy moon.
Sitting in the moonlight by the lake,
a woman understands existence.
Tomorrow begins another life,
it is the beginning of freedom,
and suddenly, her life knows meaning.
Her face shines, and in the sky she sees
the brilliant glow of the radiant moon.
Both women start anew,
they look for existence.
They are strangely bonded,
bizarrely separated.
I know this poem is raw, but this is how I felt while writing it. To me, it feels complete and lacking at the same time.



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