Full Moon

Full Moon
She ran through the mist, the wind nipped at her red fur. Ice crystals rest on her wet cheeks. The world seems to move in slow motion as the moon shines down from the sky. Oh how amazing the world had been when she was a child. Everything gave her wonder. Everything made her eyes sparkle with delight. Now that she lives on her own she can only see the world for what it is a... A place of despair. Troubles around every corner of your life with barren trees and evil people. The only thing that has remained pure is the glimmering light of the full moon. The nights that the moon is reborn and the sky is black, she feels so alone and afraid. But it always returns to comfort her again in  the moment she believes she will go insane. This is how her life goes on. This constant patience for the return of the beautiful white lily that shines in the sky. The stars always remain there but, their gentle flame is not enough to comfort her, only keep her alive. Almost like floating in a life saver in the middle of a ice cold ocean. It will keep her from drowning but not from freezing. But this night, even with the the moon full and her heart open she doesn’t believe she can make it. She doesn't believe she can continue on through this world. She is so young and so fragile. Like a newly opened rose. She’s new, She’s lovely, She has her thorns to protect her but, if pulled just right then she can be plucked from her stem with extreme ease. She stops running for a moment and props herself against the tree. She breathes in through her nose and out through her lips trying to bring back her sanity. Her heart beats rapidly and she feels her adrenaline torching her muscles down to the tip of her tail. Yet the full moon still hovers in the sky. It comforts her again and lifts her spirit up. She parts her parched lips and howls to it with joy that it has always been there for her. Then she runs fast again through the trees into the ever protruding light of the full moon.