To a Former Moth

The moth you played,
  no butterfly.

Then, every fire
  found your eye.

With anxious wings
  you would ascend,

escape the solace
  of the dark

to chase the flames,
  where they might end,

and risk disaster
  past a spark.

Now you're reborn,
  perhaps you've learned

to seek the light
  and not be burned.

To a Former Moth © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: October 30, 2021