Moth
Cradled in the underbrush,
a chrysalis emerging
a wide winged serpent,
urgent and searching
for a patch of light
behind a green curtain
so he can try to dry
somehow he knows its worth the burden
He may not catch somebody's eye
but in a moment he'll fly
in hind sight you might say he's broken
but i say he's bright
Copyright © Helena Lovern | Year Posted 2016
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