A Poem For Emily II

The moon in its crescent smile glows so brightly overhead

I am filled with hope and sadness and fear

We are hated without reason as almost a necessary brocade of cloth

Cuttings made from the finest things for the better fabric of people

Excluded in hatred to the dregs of life but still the crescent moon smiles

With darkness and moonlight we’re forced into loneliness

Underneath the trees the crescent light smiles in on our skin.

The punishment of relegation imprisons what the Heavenly Father deems to be free.

And so my heart hurts for you as I see you play, Emily.

My heart hurts for you so! Alone vulnerable, in the dark, homeless child.

~ Somiya C. Gabb, November 28, 2022

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