Moth / by renee mckenna

Frozen I sat

At the edge

Of a great decision

Unable to move

In any direction

Like a great rocket

On a launch pad

Waiting for fuel

A fledgling swallow

Hungry at the edge

 of the nest

Not yet knowing

How to fly

The unknown before me,

dark and obscured

by impenetrable fog

The light is fading 

The light is fading

I cannot see the path

You came

A lamp with hazel eyes

Like a moth

I was drawn

To your light

Frozen no more

I flew forward

Driven by desire

For the heat of the flame

And left my old life