Moonlight

Howling of wolves,

Loud

Devastating

Like the voice of a breaking heart.

I wander through the darkness,

And silver moonlight dances on my skin,

Glows in this moor’s pools,

Floods me with strength.

The howling draws nearer,

But there is no fear in my heart.

My soul’s smile is my shield,

My courage’s song my blade

And I feel

I will survive.

These days I'm tormented by bad headaches making thinking - or doing anything else - quite difficult. I needed a positive thought. Painkillers don't help. Perhaps this might.