middle

the almost full moon
pulls me through the dark neighborhood
and pearl weaves in and out of the shadows
and I try to hold my mind in this moment
my cheeks pink from the cool air
my feet tracing this well worn path home

pockets bulging with the pieces I have gathered up
I need to find a new way to fit it all back together
I see my mothers hands holding my coffee cup
and wish I could ask her how to stand in this
how to move from what I felt was so certain      so true
through to a new view of myself   of my life
how to tenderly carry my bruised heart
how to protect my bones from the weight of the sadness