Triple Moon

I look at the night sky

and see a triple moon,

my eyes are blurred by time spent

staring at glowing screen

writing poetry

for you

for me

for anyone who will listen.

I've been hurt before,

and my trust is thin ice

covering a pond in weak winter.

I am not used to you.

I am a soft thing

easily punctured-

I do not trust people the way I trust God,

my faith is fragile

though my heart is centered correctly.

I apologize if I upset you,

that is not who I am.

I am softspoken

and reluctant to embrace

things that resemble starlight,

and twinkle beneath triple moon.