Underneath the Moonlight

Underneath the Moonlight

His eyes were like a moonless night

He wasn't sure of where he was,

But he knew where he was going.

The light from his watch

was illuminating his face

with unanswered questions

as he quickened his pace

into the moonlight.

The trees gawked at him,

eyes wide as tennis balls,

but he kept his pace, eyes straightforward,

looking beyond the forest ahead.

As the serpent slithered up to him,

he wasn't looking down,

slimy green scales coiling as they

slowly pulled him down.

Gasping for air, he reached up toward the moon;

it was laughing at him.

The snake had bone-crushing strength

And took the last breath of life he had,

with one single bite.

After his long journey, he is now pale and cold.

And yet, his quest has been fulfilled.

It just came to be in a different way.

For his dagger still waits in his pocket

for a heart it will never slay.

An original poem by Natalie Sell

May's World (From The Secret Life of Bees)

May's World

The wailing wall waits for you,

Hungry for the sadness within your heart;

Aching for the torture welling up inside you;

Yearning for your tears to fill its cracks.

Little white notes fill its crevices;

Full of the dread which consumes you;

You can no longer take the torture;

The wall can no longer take the torture.

You feel yourself falling fast

Into a world where there is no destruction.

A world that waits beyond this one;

A world that’s waiting for you;

Only love and peace await you;

Only you have the power to leave;

Only you can take your life.

Don’t be afraid of what lies ahead,

Live in the here and the now.

Make mistakes and have no regrets;

Fight for the happiness you crave;

Say goodbye to your loved ones;

Let them know that this is right.

Walk into the cool night air;

Walk toward the destiny that awaits you.

The wailing wall says goodbye to you;

It thanks you for finally taking away the pain.

You feel love for the wall.

You meet the river’s cool water;

You are very aware of the rock’s weight on you;

Close your eyes and lie still;

And then you’ll sleep forever.

(an original poem by Natalie Sell)