The Pretty Little Moon

Smothered by the clouds,
Out-shined by the sun,
There’s the pretty little moon,
Who smiles through it all.
 
Amidst trillions of stars,
Who mock her for being alone,
The pretty little moon,
Stays strong through it all.

She’s taunted for her marks,
Reminded of her flaws,
The pretty little moon,
Tries to unhear them all.
 
Some days she goes red with rage,
The fury burning within her,
The pretty little moon,
Knows how to put up a show.

Some days the darkness eats her up,
So deeply; she turns invisible,
Yet the pretty little moon,
Appears again with a crescent smile.
 
Yet again she bestows upon us,
Her soothing radiant light,
The pretty little moon,
Knows what she’s worth.

Note: This poem for NaPoRiMo Day Six. And while you may wonder where was the moon in the picture, she was there. She was out-shined by the sun, or maybe, the darkness ate her up, but she was there, just feel her presence.
Also, I didn’t follow the prompt on Day 5. It was too complicated and I’m still working on it. Nevertheless, I wrote something yesterday (not based on the prompt), check it out!

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