Giovanna

The moon has watched me become every version of myself.
There in the quiet nights when nobody knew what I carried,
when my thoughts felt too heavy to say out loud.

Seen my tears and my laughter,
my leaving and my returning,
my breaking and my rebuilding.

Always changing, yet always there—
a reminder that I don’t have to stay the same to still be whole.

Some nights only a sliver,
other nights lit the entire sky,
but never truly disappeared.

And maybe that’s why I love the moon—
because through every season of my life,
It kept showing up.
Silent. Steady. Familiar.