The friend up high

This is a small story or part that is linked to my Moon poem.

When I was a kid I would look up at the sky and wonder if I was truly alone, or was someone looking back at me. I would look up and ask the man on the moon to take me away to save me from this life of misery and greed. Sometimes I would wake up in the middle of the night from a terrible dream my head would be pounding to the throbbing beat of my heart like a jack rabbit thumping its foot. Unable to go back to bed I would open my window and climb out onto the patio roof. Plopping down curling my knees into my stomach arms hugging tightly trying to give myself some love and warmth. My eyes pointed to the sky as it shimmers like confetti in the air. I begin to count the stars and make up stories for each one. Taking me away for just a moment but a moment is all I ask. I talk with the moon and the sky wondering if they could help me fly. The moon begins to move I hope it’s moving for me to grab me up like a giant holds jack in the bean stock ready to take me away. But it just dips down behind the trees lighting the ends of the horizon until tomorrow. The sun shines its rainbow telling everyone it’s here. And I know it’s my time to get ready for the day ahead and in that moment I close my eyes and wish for the death to come and save me to bring me to its embrace and hold me from the pain. But the wish is gone just as fast as I had asked for it, the wind takes it and pushes it away carrying my sadness with it. I stand up exhale my last hopes and dreams letting them float to the abyss of life and head back inside. But I glance back watching as my soul drifts out into the world like leafs on a windy fall day. Never to see it again as I once did as a child.