Why are we?
The times were hard and the place was not a tourist location
Physical and mental exhaustion was the price
Consuming flames the reward
We should have been contained to that desolate space
Yet across the vastness of this world you continue to find me
The obvious could be fulfilled by another
Is there something much deeper that keeps the moth coming to the flame?
He said you are legit
So be honest with yourself … and me
I see the walls you build
You give me reasons to walk away every time
Yet I too am the moth who can’t stay away
What are we?
Two towers of strength upon whom many depend
They hold tightly seeking like vines that eventually choke out life
We resent their controlling natures
Selfishness is a virtue for those that continually give as we do
The seeming desolation left behind makes way for something new
We are then,
Phoenix who continue to arise from the ashes
All original content copyright Yvonne R. Roberts, 2015-2017.