Orb of the Night

One dark gloomy night, 

I was walking on a road without light,

Up above the sky was a mesmerising sight,

The crescent moon seemed to smile bright.

The Dark past is forgotten was my belief,

But the memories crawl into my mind like a theif,

Reminding of the long seasons of grief,

From this ail I seem to get no relief.

Rectifying the mess seems impossible,

For which i am the only one responsible.

The pain in my heart doesnt seem curable,

And I cant seem to find a solution suitable.

But the orb of night, seems to be chime,

Assuring me in a way truly strange,

Whatever has gone, cant change,

But what is yet to be is in my hands, like clay. 

~ Beena Emerson