Awesome Moon
Lyndsay Mueller
Song of Myself
Roni Bowsher

I’ve gotten used to the cold.
It engulfs me,
surrounds me.
My heart as cold as this snowy air,
but you could never tell.
I give my heart away,
wear it on my sleeve.
I cry at the big things
and even the small ones
that are my dreams.

I’ve gotten used to the heat.
It engulfs me,
surrounds me.
The sweat that lingers on my cheek
from the stress of every cause,
school,
family,
friends,
life, oh, how I wish
for the peace of night.

I’ve gotten used to the dark.
I engulf it,
surround it.
My mask to keep it from getting out,
deftly, afraid of the darkness seeping,
slowly,
silently,
creeping,
dimming the light that surrounds me,
and I’ll never take it off.