Jennifer Funnell

I am the sun and I am the moon.

These words might have been written before, but I don’t have the energy to check.

I am the rain on my own window, constantly falling against my own walls.

I am the clouds that haze away any sense of confidence, though I can be bright like the sun in my belief.

The moon knows me, but she only knows me sleeping.

But sometimes, the moon, she visits in the daytime to get a glimpse of my brighter character.

Shocked by the facades I might put on, how I can be caught up in appearances.

The moon knows my quiets, my dreams, my whispers.

How can I be lost under clouds? I feel disconnected. Fog is nature, though my fog is unnatural.

Will I come to understand what goes on in my own head? But how can a hazy mind come to clear conclusions?

Let me believe in the sun and the moon, in the characters I am made up of, and in the rain that keeps me company.

The storm continues, but it’ll end someday when I clear my mind.

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Yes yes I know I’d post my ‘Acid Jazz’ post first, but this little rough poem came to me out of the blue – and my motto is to share everything when it comes!

Thank you for reading!

Jenny