La Lune

I've always been drawn to the night sky, though until today I've never realized why. The stars tell stories and the darkness echoes, but that is not where I find my solace. It is the moon, big and bright.

The moon is a lonely thing. It may seem well loved, with the twinkle of the dancing stars surrounding it. But they do not shine for the moon, they shine for themselves, a million miles away. There are no moons that share orbit with ours. She is alone.

The moon is a frightened thing. She has no spin or dance of her own. Even to the bodies closest to her, she only ever shows one side. She may look different, but no matter what, the pieces you see do not tell the whole story. She is not free to show her full self.

The moon is a vibrant thing. She is radiant and glowing. Despite her struggles, she persists, graciously sharing the light she has collected. She helps those who are lost, beaming through clouds like a lighthouse in a storm. And yet people choose to spend their time in the harsher light of the day. They take her for granted.

The moon is like me, and I take comfort in this. The waves of the tide she leads are calming. The heavenly glow that envelops her brings me peace. I thrive in the night and welcome its gentle touch. I am La Lune, daughter of the moon.