The Moth
she only craves to be free
the butterflies are free
why canāt she be too?
they praise the sun, its beauty, the flowers.
she praises the moon.
the sun knows what she does, but the moon knows all her secrets.
āwhy do you cry dear?ā says the moon.
the moth suffers from alexithymia.
she cannot express her desires.
desires to be different.
desires to be as free as a butterfly.
she will never be a butterfly.
she will never be ābeautifulā
because all she will ever be,
it a creepy, grotesque, moth.
thatās all anyone calls her.
she unveils her painted wings in the moonlight, the only place sheāll truly find peace, where only someone who isnāt afraid to enter the darkness and accept it, even find it beautiful can find her.
