Within My Sight

Under the stars

I stare at the moon

Taking in the night

I inherit a chill

From the northern wind

And pull my jacket tight

With a deep sigh

I feel the hurt

From the earlier fight

I know the truth

But don’t believe

You wouldn’t make it right

And now somehow

I have to believe

In the morning there will be light

For when dawn breaks

I must be strong

And live with all my might

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – inherit