the cold moon

the house is cold

and the snow falls

and i can feel my soul cave in on itself

the doctor calls is seasonal affective disorder

that i don't get enough sunlight

and that's why i feel so empty

but it's not the sun

and i'm not empty

its just that the moon is with me longer

and she makes me feel everything

and my soul can only feel so much

at one time

that's why i can't function in the winter

she fills me up so much

that i can't lift my head against the weight

and my heart can't pump properly

with the entire universe crammed inside it

hell, it's a miracle that i'm breathing

but i don't mind

i'm just grateful that i'm feeling

because for so many years i was numb

and the moon tried to shine into me

but the bruises were too dark for light to pass through

so now i bask in her glow

and listen to everything she has to say

because i want to hear it all

i want to feel everything i can possibly feel in a lifetime

and if that means the snow should fall

let it storm

and if the house will be cold

let it freeze