Moon

A sliver of light

Peers cautiously through the clouds,

Quivering as if

Terrified

That she won’t complete her purpose.

 

Once she is full,

She knows that she will

Shine

With radiance,

Revealing the dark world

Almost

As well as her brother, the sun.

But not quite.

 

But she is not bitter.

She casts a silver blanket over the

Dark, dark night

As to not

Frighten

The morning frost away.

 

When she is full,

She will have the confidence to

Face the world,

All of the evils and good

Put to bed for the night.

 

To the moon,

The night isn’t forbidding.

It doesn’t frighten her with the

Owl calls and the whispering wind.

No, the night is welcoming.

But that is its own sort of terror.

The night welcomes the moon,

And she doesn’t want to

Let the night down,

Shatter its hopes, its dreams.

 

But when she is full,

When she forms a perfect circle,

She will still be her timid self,

But in a completely new way.

For when you are brave,

Timid turns to humble

And humility is

Pride disguised in moonlight.

 

Yes, when this sliver of light

Hovering so nervously in the air

Eventually turns with time

Full,

She will be brave.

But without facing the fears of appearing small

In those nights following the new moon,

She would never grow full,

For she would stay “new” forever.

 

Even the moon faces doubts of her own,

Every night as she comes out to shine.

Not many observe her, however.

Not many appreciate her courage.

But the owl watches as she rises.

The wolf howls as she’s at her peak.

The dew falls as she sets.

And that is enough.

 

Written by Megan