by lynnkennison


her heart

fond of the sparks

like a moth

chasing the flames

But one day,

she’ll realize her mistakes

discover her pain

learn to let go

when it’s too hot to hold

onto the blaze


Seeking flight

to save her wings

Departing the ashes


from her knees

Damage reversed

with single a word



So be it

not a moth

but a girl

No more urge to be

misplaced in the world

or afraid of the dark

A soul in good company

embracing her light

holding on tight

with a fireproof heart