Untitled Poem about Remorse...

Photo and Poem By:MR...aka Naila Moon
All rights reserved 2013

Looking out onto the river,

her tears flowed freely.

It had been not even a year ago.

 

"How could it be true?" she questioned herself.

"How can I look at them again?"

 

The answers weren't there.

Only sadness and a solemnness with the smooth running water. 

 

Her eyes filling up with tears again,

continued speaking out into the air as if someone was there

to hear her cries.

 

"What have I done?"

"What can I do to remove this pain?" she cried out.

 

No answers came because the truth was...

the cancer had returned.

All she could do was pray.

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*This poem was written in response to a writing challenge to write in 100 words about remorse without using the word. At this time, the poem is untitled because I could not think of a title other than the word, "Remorse".

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.A Nation Wept...In Memory of Sept. 11th

A Nation Wept
In Memory of Sept. 11th
By Michelle R. aka Naila Moon
copyright Sept. 11, 2013/All rights reserved

A nation wept

The Mothers
The Fathers
The Children
The Unborn.

A nation wept

The tears of horror
The tears of loss
The tears of fear
The tears of unbelief.

A nation wept

In huddles
In aloneness
In solitude
In mass.

A nation wept

Moments of brokenness
Moments of insecurity
Moments of anger
Moments of togetherness.

A nation wept

Then bolstered
Then resolved
Then rebuilt
Then remembered.

A nation wept no more.

Thoughts In The Morning Revealed...a new poem

Thoughts In The Morning Revealed
By MR aka Naila Moon of the Grey Wolf
copyright May 27, 2013 All Rights Reserved

Lost in my thoughts
As the sunrises over the mountains of the Rockies
To reveal the mornings dew.

My mind scrambled
In a million directions
Wanting longingly to be
With you,
Yet, that seems impossible.

You seem so distant
From what we once were.
A dream
Of yesteryear.
A blink in my eye
That is no more.

Why?

I ask this
As if there really is
An Answer,
But I know,
There is not.

So, I return
To the sunrise
And become once again lost
In my lonely thoughts.

Truly Yours...a poem

Truly Yours
By MR aka Naila Moon of the Grey Wolf
Copyright May 1, 2013 All rights reserved

I search for you in the thickness of the morning dew.
You are nowhere to be found.

Surges of pain engross me
for I long for the scent of you.

I want to be held in your arms.
I want to be caressed by you once again.
I crave you.

I search for you again to no avail.
I am so lost in uncontrollable need.

Just as madness seems to consume my every breath
and I think all is lost,

You appear.

I run to you as if it had been years,
but in truth,
it had only been a few hours since I felt your kiss on my lips.

I fall into you and everything is sweet and blissful.
I am loved once again and all is right with the world.

I am truly yours.

Pebble In My Shoe...a poem

Pebble In My Shoe
Dedicated to my dear friend, Frank Erard and the TEC community
By: MR aka Naila Moon

I put a pebble in my shoe
And thought of you
As you walked
On your first path with God.


Our life is sometimes
Like those pebbles.
Small little prayers
Said with every step.
Sometimes with pain
And
Sometimes, with joy.


The stone tumbled
And turned,
Over,
And over,
And over.
I smiled,
For I knew
My prayers were being heard
For you.

The Dream Of A Lost Lover...a poem

The Dream Of A Lost Lover
by: MR aka Naila Moon 
copyright March 2013

Why are you invading my dreams?
You are only an image now, of long ago.

The love I had for you vanished.
When you left me for another.

Why now?
Why this after so many years?
Why try to gain my love?

You can't you know.

I loved you once.
I did.

But now,
You are just someone I know
Only in a sleeping state.

Preparations For Critical Mass...story in 105 words

Preparations For Critical Mass
By MR...aka Naila Moon 2013


It seemed like eons since the announcement was first made.

All the preparations to produce this one event. Would all of that be worth it?

Would everybody that was being counted on be in their correct positions when the time came for it all to happen?

The truth was, she wasn't sure.

Now, it was here.

If just one person didn't come through for her it would be on her shoulders alone. How would she possibly be able to do it.

She tried desperately to push those thoughts aside as she calmly picked up the phone.

“ I've officially reached critical mass, my water has broken.”
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My daughter at 35 weeks

My daughter and grandson. (He is now 2 months old)

Linking up with Jenny Matlock for Saturday Centus.

I Am Human...a poem

I Am Human
By MR aka Naila Moon 2013

I cry with a inconsolable innocence
Longing to be held
By someone who wants me.

People pass by
Either not noticing
Or not caring
That I exist
In this cold, damp world.

Won't you love me?
My eyes cry out.

Won't you take me home
To a place
That I can call my own.
Out of slavery,
Out of depression,
Out of oppression,
Out of fear.

I need love
And warmth
And compassion.

I beg of you,
I am human.

Lost Passion...a poem

Lost Passion
By MR...aka Naila Moon

My darling
I long for your touch
Just for a moment
Between us.

I hope for a flicker
Of your love for me.
A kiss
An embrace
A desire
That you want me.

Yet,
It never comes
Nothing.

I feel
Lost
Alone
And
Less hopeful.

No peace
To calm
The flames
Of my heart.

As If It Was Yesterday...a poem

As If It Was Yesterday
By MR aka Naila Moon 
Feb. 5, 2013

It seems like eons since you last left me
With a final breathe of
Goodbye.

I saw you leave
Quietly you left
Never to return.

I was broken then
Lost in my guilty feelings
Lost in confusion
Lost in isolation
Just simply
Lost.

How was I ever able
To be whole again?

How was I ever able
To pick up the pieces you left behind?

Why could I have just not been less angry
Or resentful
Or just hoping
That you loved me
Like you loved the others.

Why?

In the end
It came down to you
And me.

In the end
After everything was said
And done.

I miss you more
Than you could ever have imagined.
And love you
As if,
It was just yesterday.