He asked the moon one quiet night,
"You change your shape with every light.
At times you vanish from the sky,
And people wonder why?
Don’t all the words, the doubts, the blame,
Ever hurt you, bring you shame?"
The moon just smiled, so calm, so free,
"It’s all in how the world sees me.
Some see the parts I do not show,
While others watch me gently glow.
To some, I’m flawed, a missing part,
To some, a tale that stirs the heart.
Yet just as I am, I shine with grace,
Perfect for Earth, in time and place.
And truly, that's all I need
To simply be my own self."
~🖋️ Poulami
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