Autumnal Equinox

Full moon risen, 
     in autumnal glory
Brightly shone against
    darkened sky,
Unencumbered
     in cloudy climbs.

The man is a woman,
    The woman is me,
Writhing and screaming
     to be set free.

No longer wistful and hopeful,
     Like Pandora’s box,
No longer wanting and wishing,
     Hope was lost.

Complacency is a place,
     I never thought I’d taste.
Is this the freedom
     for which I dreamed?
Or a nightmare
    I cannot impede?

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