And Know...

Why is it
That the moon
Cries?
Is it that she
Is weak,
Pitiful?
No.

It is because
She sees all.
All the murder,
All the addiction,
All the rape,
All the abuse.

Every night,
All nights.
All nights until
She is weary,
Weary of the anger,
The hatred,
The pain.

She turns her face away,
Trying to hide,
Until she remembers the ones
Who are murdered,
Who are addicted,
Who are raped,
Who are abused.

And she remembers
Their tears,
Reflecting silver
In her light.

She remembers that
She is their strength,
Their guidance,
Their solace.

And she turns
Her face,
Pale with all she has seen,
Back towards us.

So look to the skies,
You injured,
You addicted,
You abused,
You fearful.

Look to the skies
Her broken-winged children.
Look to the skies
And know...