Poem For The Day | Arthritis Information

In the half moon light,

I see the real of you.

Your deepest emotions unveil,

in the shadows of your fears.

The half light gives comfort in a peculiar way.

To hold on?

To let go?

To run away?

But in the half moon shadow,

I see the one you pretend to be.

Always happy.

Always laughing.

Life is good.

Always.

And I can’t decide who I love the most.

Until the full moon emerges making the halves whole

and I realize it’s the phases I love.

Cinda S. Wilson