Moon.

Blooming,
rising,
Ice.
Without ache,
without consent,
it's there,
it hugs you
and slowly takes over you.
Sometimes you feel a lot of it,
sometimes a little,
but it's still there,
poking,
aching,
salty,
still and quiet,
while a whirl of dust
carries you away,
You are still battling.
But it's fine, it's okay
'cause I'm here.
I'm here for you.