Night Walk. A Poem by T.M.

I am a wandering child

For many a night, I have ventured into the cold

Looking for nothing

Feeling it all.

I am a parentless child

For many a night, the moon has been my keeper 

and the shoes on my feet, my pacifier.

The streetlights have been my candles

guiding me into a deep sleep-like bliss.

I am a forsaken child

For diamonds do not cling onto my ears

but my hair is adorned by the snowflakes that fall from the dark.

Bangles of striking silver and glistering gold do not dare appear on my wrists

but my arms show cuts and thorns 

all from bushes that generously made them for me.

I am alone

Walking in the neighborhood

hoping to forget all that troubles me.