The Night the Moon Spoke Back

There comes a night in every life  

when you look up at the sky  

and realize you’re not asking for answers—  

you’re asking for permission  

to finally become who you are.  

And the moon, ancient and unbothered,  

does not give you a prophecy.  

It gives you a reflection.  

A reminder that even the brightest things  

go through phases,  

vanish,  

return,  

and are never once considered weak for it.  

Maybe that’s the lesson:  

you don’t need to be whole to be worthy,  

you don’t need to be shining to be seen,  

you don’t need to be unbroken to be loved.  

You just need to keep rising,  

even if it’s slow,  

even if it’s messy,  

even if it’s only a sliver of you  

that makes it through the dark.

-𝕃ℝ