…with the moon

The evening air is breathless and fragrant, it rushes past me
his silence is unexplained and I am alone with the moon
along with the ravens who watch me
with their cold unblinking eyes
I am the mistress of deception
hiding from myself behind many masks
like a shadow in the night, I constantly evade the truth
letting it slip through my fingers
like sand through an hourglass
but deep in my heart, truth is a flame that burns
a fire that I know will consume me
but I am afraid of what it will reveal
I continue to deceive myself, believing my own lies
until surrender is my only option
now alone in the dark
with only the moon as my witness
I finally face the awful truth
and just as I knew it would
it breaks me
© Ann Bagnall