She was Footloose
But not fancy free
Gazing at the moon
Sitting outside
Rocking chair at midnight
She felt at home
Even though she wasn’t
So to speak
She worn old leggings
Faded tee that still smelled like hard work and sweat
And only traces
Of yesterday’s makeup
She ate whatever she could find.
Wished for more
Settled for less
There is a full moon
And a full glass
A lot to be said
More to be done
But right now
She would just sit outside
Finally write
Let go of some things
Hold on to others
Learn from her mistakes
Be like the moon
That only shows
How full it is
Once in a blue moon
Most of time time
Only showing slivers and sides
Hiding the best parts
From almost every one
Jeanna’ Mead
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