Cold Night in Hell

After a day of numerous stressors,
Denials,
And reconnecting with old friends,
My weary soul just wanted to collapse.

Collapse into a pile of clouds,
Collapse under the brightly lit moon,
Collapse in the cool, spring breeze in upstate NY.

I wanted to wander,
Forests familiar and new,
Hilltops overlooking a view of my past,
And just listen to the coo of an owl as she welcomed the night.

But instead I became captivated by the moon,
Her light-
The fact that her light might already be dimmed,
And it is something we wouldn't know about for years to come.

Tonight I close my eyes,
Longing a true, warm, embrace,
But the only embrace I have is that of my demons and this cold night in Hell.