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Transverse Orientation

I watched a little furry moth

Spread its wings and start to fly.

It made it look so natural

That I thought I would try.

At first it wasn’t easy

I mean, I’m no butterfly.

I didn’t think my broken wings

Could hold me up that high.

But I never gave up trying

With the moonlight as my guide

And when I finally ascended

Something brighter caught my eye.

I couldn’t help but chase it

As I went further in the sky.

The pursuit was very thrilling-

A different kind of high.

Ignorant and unaware

That my true path I defied.

And like the moth, easily confused,

With the aim to purify-

I followed blind to my own demise

Without ever wondering why.


-Michelle Golden


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