34 - The moth and the light

We who live in the shadows are like moths.

Flying in the dark, 

searching for light. 

Lost, 

easily tricked, 

drawn to anything that glows.

Some are clinging to hope,

stuck in dying relationships, 

hanging on to warmth that isn’t real. 

Just the memory of it.

Unable to let go.

Some are trapped in abuse relationship 

Bumping against the same lightbulb over and over, 

Getting verbally abused,

hit, 

but staying. 

In denial. 

Or believing that one day, 

they’ll change.

Some are simply afraid of the dark,

terrified of being alone. 

Hovering around anything that casts a glow. 

Good or bad, 

as long as it feels less lonely.

And some, 

like me, 

are like the Madagascan Sunset Moth.

Flying in daylight, 

dressed in vivid colors, 

disguised as a butterfly. 

Often misunderstood. 

Thriving on toxic plants.

We all take different paths. 

Different stories. 

But we’re all drawn to a light that might not be real.

Different lives. 

Same longing.

To go back to the cocoon. 

To emerge as something new. 

As something we were never allowed to be.

To morph into a butterfly