isn’t it funny how the moon goes through its phases,
its pieces shining bright as ever up in the sky
be it day or night
waxing, waning
crescent, full
as beautiful as ever even in its fragments
shining proudly even when it’s broken
lighting up the midnight sky
with a thousand stars at its side
like it’s showing us just how strong it can be
and saying to us
“i am fragmented, but never fragile.”
“i am torn, but never damaged.”
maybe when we praise it
we’re telling ourselves
just what we need to hear
that you don’t need to be full
to be beautiful
– s.j.
