Under The Same Moon

Some nights, she feels quiet.

Not broken—just tired.

Not lost—just needing peace.

So she looks at the moon.

It is never the same every night, yet it is always beautiful.

Sometimes full, sometimes hidden, sometimes just a soft glow in the dark. Still, it shines.

She likes to talk to the moon, sharing words she cannot say out loud.

In its silent presence, her heart feels calm and safe.

Sometimes, she smiles and sends a gentle kiss to the moon—

as if thanking it for listening when the world feels too loud.

Like the moon, she has phases too.

Moments of light. Moments of shadow.

None of them make her any less worthy.

Healing does not rush.

Becoming is quiet.

And under the same moon,

she learns to be gentle with herself.