As Though My Darkness Wouldn't Consume

My Particles are arrested, Solitary, confined, and all together Quit invested In hope. My childlike wonder ran ablaze With firey sparks and My mind was in a daze. There are such precious moments sprinkled, like gitter, among the trauma and scars that Give credence to something beautuful. See, I ain't bitter. I was a moth among fireflies, dancing in flame, No danger at all, just a wild spirit to tame. Just drawn to lights As though my darkness wouldn't consume.