Inked Sins

There’s something about the moon,
A kind of magic that stirs the heart.
It rises softly, casting a gentle glow across the world,
Like a secret whispered in the stillness of the night.
It doesn’t shout for attention,
Yet its light touches everything.
It’s always there,
A constant companion in the dark,
Reminding us that even in the quietest moments,
There’s beauty to be found.

It’s not always perfect or full,
But it’s always there.
A quiet, enduring presence,
Beautiful in every shape, every day.
It guides us in the dark, moves the ocean,
Sometimes it hides behind the clouds, veiling its shine,
But it always returns, brighter than before.
Even on the days it disappears completely,
Making you wonder
“Is it still there?
Will it come back?
Will it ever shine again?”
And it does.
It always does.
That’s its nature.

And like the moon, there are people who glow softly and effortlessly.
People whose presence feels calm and luminous.
Radiating a quiet magic in everything they do.
They shine in small, subtle ways,
Not demanding attention, but always there,
Making the dark shimmer, like the moon.

But even those who shine like the moon need their time.
They pass through phases of emptiness,
Moments when their glow feels dim,
As if they’ve disappeared altogether.
But like the moon,
They always come back
And when they do,
They shine brighter than ever.

Like the moon,
We must embrace our phases
The ebb and flow of emptiness and fullness,
To find our light again.