By: Debbie Tunstall

If this is the end
If this air I breathe is indeed the last,
I want it to fill every inch of what is me.
I need it to rush from mouth to veins
with a spring in it’s step,
Delicate but artful-
Death,
No death I hear not,
Death is the end to a soulful song
that once sang to fading sunsets.
I am the moon
yes, the moon;

with the stars
and the light
and the darkness.
For what is night without the moon?

The moon
Oh, the moon, shines in wondrous eyes-
When the sun hits just right.

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Debbie Tunstall is a writer from Merseyside, United Kingdom. She has recently discovered writing and has finally found her sense of balance in life. Her hobbies include, reading and writing, inspiring others and a general interest in bettering others and her own mental health.

She enjoys writing about moments that are uplifting even if they’re unseen in the present, finally being able to see glimpses of photosynthesis beneath the dullness of life.