The Moon

I like to think of myself as the moon. Not a star or a glimmering planet, my light merely achieved from others who seem much brighter and much larger, burning balls of sunshine, so blinding and intimidating, whereas I am merely a shadow. 

At first, I feel dark, all I give is darkness, I dim the empowering light by hiding it, blocking it from other beings. Yet this is a ruse. I hide behind my darkness, quietly pulling and shifting the tides whilst simultaneously signalling your time for sleep. I make you safe and comfortable, allow your world to feel calm and then I leave. So subtle is the moon's power, yet without it, so many would be lost in confusion and disarray, destruction and uncertainty. So when the moon leaves it is never thanked, nor thanks, does it wish for, it simply rests quietly until needed, retreating back behind the light, true, not as bright, but closer and kinder. 

There are many moons, so quiet and calm, simple giving help when help need be sought.