A million years ago,
A different time,
A different place,
Like the flame does the moth,
You drew me in.
Time and time again,
I fluttered back,
Powerless to resist
The fire.
Time marched on,
And seasons changed,
One into another,
And back again,
Into a new time,
Into a new space.
Older &wiser, wings long healed.
In the distance,
The flame still burns.
Inching closer,
Slowly, carefully,
The pain of seared wings,
The joy of such warmth
Both suddenly raw.
I remember the danger,
Yet yearn for the heat,
And once again, I am
Powerless.
About the Creator
Misty Rae
Retired legal eagle, nature love, wife, mother of boys and cats, chef, and trying to learn to play the guitar. I play with paint and words. Living my "middle years" like a teenager and loving every second of it!
There is a Thin Line Between Tears of Sorrow and Tears of Joy
I remember when my mother passed away. After the tears from the initial shock, our family sat in the living room and shared memories. We talked about her love and compassion toward others, the lessons she taught us about honesty, and how she taught us the importance of respecting ourselves and others. Then we started sharing memories that made us smile and eventually, each of us began to relax and tell stories that made us laugh.
By Brenda Mahler7 days ago in Humor
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