anticipatory grief

lantern light challenge entry

By Ashley LimaPublished 11 months ago • 1 min read

Scott Linstead / Science Source

moths orbit like lost memories;

their wings soft prayers.

whispering hope into the light

hanging softly by the front door,

waiting for the chance to be let in.

behind the frame, a family holds their breath

waiting patiently for the plane to crash,

for the drywall to start falling,

as the foundation crumbless beneath their feet,

they collapse into darkness.

their beacon recedes into another plane;

their existence barely hanging by a thread.

thoughts orbit the room like lost memories

hiding behind hands folded in prayer

dreading the time of death.

release the breath,

take a step out the door,

and take in the light.

like the moths dancing around the flame

find a reason to go on.

I think about writing more than I write, but call myself a writer as opposed to a thinker.

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