How I do so envy the moon,
Living in the confines of space,
And even the many meteors,
Cannot move her from her place.
When they leave behind scars,
She wears them for all to see,
It serves to reassure us,
That in the sky she'll forever be.
Meteors try and knock her down,
But she doesn't give an inch,
She pays them no piece of mind,
Refusing to even flinch.
I wish that with the moon,
I could share this trait,
Because when meteors hit me,
Doubt it does create.
My scars are unlike the moon,
Since mine cannot be seen,
But that doesn't negate the fact,
They're an essence of my being.
But there is this one trait,
That the moon and I do share,
It is the comfort in knowing,
That we will always be there.
