To you and me
And our moons, spinning.
Telling us, somehow
Our moods
Are swinging.
Back and forth, between
Life and
Living.
And sinking
Deeper into a
Darkness we
Cannot win.
To you and me
Whose minds
Are telling
Us that maybe
We shouldn’t be
Breathing.
And on a bad day
We start believing
All those voices
That keep on preaching —
To you and me
Who fight
Until our knuckles
Are bleeding
To face these days
Despite
How we’re feeling
And what we’re thinking
And what we’re concealing
From a world that
Could never understand
Just what we’re dealing
With —
JaneAuthor 