Read Poem: MOONING, by TESSIE HERRASTI

I want to find my home

I have a feeling of greed

I quest for

A possibility of belonging

One I have for long sought after,

Yet happiness

is ephemeral

Like a shooting star

Crossing the valley

Like a box of supplies

In the middle of scarcity

Freedom,

It seems so far away

to belong

stay

and grasp the souls

of those I meet

always a travel

always a discovery

Words of pain

Glass that cut

Inside the window

A numbed scream

Of a broken household

And the internal turmoil

Of being shattered

Touched by the fire,

by the shadows.

The open heart

to catch a tear,

a smile, a feeling,

Everything and anything

to feel alive.

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