moth
you fly towards the light in hope of change in hope of seeing something beyond the life you were caged to in hope of becoming as beautiful as the butterfly who makes you so angry at the God who created you this way you fly towards the light in hopes to spread your wings you hope the flame will bring you little things like the ability to rest on the hands of people unafraid the acceptance in society's blockade of everything that does not mimic the butterfly and so you learn to live the lie that living in the light will set you free but you know chasing the light equals the loss of identity