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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