Perched in the dusky sky,
Among the constellation of stars,
I beam ;I’m the brightest being that one can see,
I’m a poet’s muse and an artist’s delight.
However,I am not perfect all the time,
I wax and wane , shifting my shape,
I seem to be flawed at times,
And during times of deepest despair,
I may appear to fade completely.
But after a quiet period of introspection,
I slowly rise in incremental steps,
Becoming whole once again…..
Dear earthlings, hark!
No one is perfect,
That should never be a cause for concern,
Just remember,each one is uniquely made,
By the hands of a creator.
Picture Credit : Pixabay