Umbra

This darkness,
this place of abandoned light,
is stuck in my throat
like the dark side of the moon
and colder.

I am a vacuum
in the shade of my life
with no chance
to find a full breath.

Leave me
and my deepest bleeding
like generations of crones
who can't see themselves
in the mirror.

I am lost
without hope.
The brilliance of that sun
is forever in the shade
of another tree
and her many leaves.

These branches
sway in a wind
that cries
with nothing
to lose.