I am like the moon

dead inside but still

glowing

more whole some

days than others and

sometimes

disappearing but

 

even when the moon is shrouded

in darkness no one doubts

her right to

take up space

 

her beauty is all reflection how

the light bends toward her

 

and though the sun makes her

invisible after daylight has long

given up

she

shines

beautifully

 

until the sun remembers how