In the morning I rise. Like the sun, I rise
Sometimes; Scorching Hot
Sometimes;
With a Brilliant Luster
Sometimes’
Just peeking out, From behind the clouds.
Sometimes not at all.
But I am still here.

In the evening, I rest. Like the moon, I rest.
Sometimes;
With a elegant shine
Sometimes;
With a shimmering glo.
Sometimes;
Showing myself in the essence of my fullness.
Sometimes;
Exposing myself only a quarter.
Sometimes;
Not as cool, calm and collected as I may appear.
But I am still here.

Mechelle Davis{2004}