Even the sun hides its face
Behind clouds
Skirting stealthily across the sky
Even stumbling and falling over the horizon
Its absence giving it the impression of renewed strength
When it rises again
Its absence part of the reasons Nature misses it
When it returns
Even Earth refuses to let the Sun see all of its nakedness
It keeps turning, revealing a piece at a time
Luring the Sun to keep pursuing
With its eyes
Balance
Moderation
A healthy dose of sweetness
Before you’re known
You’ll be be anonymous
Before you become irresistible
Like an addictive drug
You’ll be ignored, underrated, turned down
And not be given enough room to show what you’re made of
But it would be enough room
To learn to appreciate your worth without anyone’s approval
To learn to be there for you and pat your own shoulder
When the going is rough
Allow the heat to bake you into the tough rock
That many sinking feet will count on for support
Enjoy every stage of the season of anonymity
It is a blessing
Mowabites Worldwide 