The Moon’s Sorrow

The moon adored the sun

And wanted to constantly be consumed

By the golden glow of her light

To bathe in her encompassing warmth for all eternity

Oh, how the moon longed for it

To be with her sun

But deep down, in a sliver of herself

The moon never wanted to acknowledge,

There was crushing doubt

Flooding insecurity

Thoughts of how she'd never be bright enough

To match the sun she so loved

Underneath it all, the moon knew

She'd never be good enough

For the blinding sun she dreamed of

So one day,

The moon turned her back on the sun,

Her heart pulsing with pain,

And joined the stars

They suited her own dull, subtle shine more

Than the sun ever could

And although the moon silently suffered everyday,

A fraction of her was overjoyed

That she could do something good

For the sun she loved so much