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Alicia Franklin A Moth to a Flame Not a preacher, judge, jury or executioner
But a voice on mute!
I latched onto him like a snake onto its prey
Hands like feathers, skin like oil, words like Shakespeare
Unknowing I would forever change
A moth to a flame!
Overlooking the black eye, "broken bones," lies and shame
Lost like a mouse in a maze.
Trapped in these walls, still lost in his gaze
Simple no more, a mirror image training to be a flame.
Refusing to be a puppet, I hide in myself
try not to recreate a cycle of pain.
I craved my own moth like a prisoner craves freedom.
Stuck in these walls unable to break free,
I consumed a moth when he was too young to have gone!
I became a moth to a flame
Reliving that moment, praying for a different ending
Metamorphosed like a moth, I embraced the change
transforming it to a gift not a ball and chain.
Burning now like wildfire, consuming other flames
New, improved, strong, fierce, bold
A phoenix soaring
Setting the stage, shining light on a story known by all, shared by
none
Casting call: a moth to a flame!
(Originally posted October 11, 2018) To contact Alicia Franklin send an email to steve@stevebloompoetry.net He'll pass your message along. |