Moonbeam changed men liked she changed clothes.
She had been around, under and over men
searching for a fix to her leaky soul.
You could hear her coming from a mile away.
The clicking of her heels would smartly pulse
and sway to the beat of the busy hustling street.
She’d never look right at you
prefer to softly smirk and wink.
Drought was her fitting nickname.
"Never satisfied that woman,
always thirsty for more, a scavenger
of hearts they'd say lived within that dame.”
She'd clearly size you up,
bouncing proud cleavage.
Sometimes, it struck a chord,
“I just don’t know why ....
all my men are greedy bastards in disguise."
The weary words out of her lips
would bitterly escape,
"Someday...
I’ll meet the one who will never stray.
and worship me graciously.”
laugh outloud and boldly state,
Fuck it," then happily be on her merry way..
It was only at night
when softly the moon beams played,
delivering an odd sense of peace.
Reaching out tenderly
with desperate lungs to breathe,
murmur ever so quietly,
“fill me with your release.”
Moonbeam danced with passion and sensuous soul.
She never knew when it was time to leave.
Exiting with whatever man whose words tasted like honey,
easy and much too sweet to believe.
Her friends were always bickering.
fights usually broke out.
She’d take them home and tend their wounds,
knew intimately just how they felt.
Bleeding every day from her soul.
Restless and comfortable living in drought.
At night cashmere would enclose hidden envy and scars of strife.
Moonbeam didn’t realize she fed emptiness and turmoil
listening to the same old tunes picking the scabs of her soul.
Dark sonnet blues would make her mind release all the past
and present ghosts of misery.
Serving double mindedness, unable to find relief.
She left her doors wide open each and every night.
A welcome sign for smooth talking predators cleverly disguised.
Never one to blame, mutually agreed,
her basic instincts eagerly manipulate.
Hey, it got them what they wanted
each and every night.
If you ask her, she’ll softly reply,
it was just one regular day.
I woke up and couldn’t breathe,
my throat clenched tight, heart pounding endlessly,
I decided to end this worthless life.
A deep yearning inside her spoke,
“it is time for you to leave,
Toxic is your life in that we can agree.”
Neutering not nurturing
the darkness of her past.
She burnt the woven blanket
of her insecurities.
Not listening to well meaning friends,
who eagerly remind her of her past.
She states quite clearly,
I will not Dine in life's hogpit
any longer any more!
Good God, I even went to church.
I work as a receptionist for a kindly real estate couple.
I enjoy helping families find brand new homes and lives.
I go every other Thursday to the womens homeless shelter .
I do my best to help out.
I share my living story to offer courage and bold hope.
It may be my past that connects me to them.
However, yy future goals and purposeful living
reachs out to their hungry souls.
I am able now to guard
carefully and diligently,
my life, heart and soul.
You see,
I am no longer “bound”
to my yesterdays,
It is my future I believe.
I learned a little test the other day
while I was in church,
“if you will Sin with me,
then you will Sin against me”
I stand firm upon convinction,
“I no longer believe... I Can Not be deceived."
Drought was my nickname,
you may call me Moonbeam.
It is what my "innervoice"
gently revealed to me.
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