# content
The Fire
TL;DR A poem about finding warmth in the moon's cold light while waiting for the sun to rise again.
edit Author's noteI completed my first poem in 2 years last night. Id love any objective feedback anyone has for me.
With arms outstreched, still too far to hold. The moon's light touching my weary hand; as ice melting through clenched fingers. My soul is a fire and its warmth betrays me.

Read more here:
https://jeffreyfreeman.me/blog/the-fire/

#Poetry & Literature #Freemo