The Moth

Drawn to the glow,

fragile wings beat against

a light that could both warm and burn.

She does not question,

only moves toward what calls her,

trusting the shimmer in the dark.

The moth reminds us

that longing is not weakness

to hunger for beauty,

to follow a glimmer of hope,

even when the path is uncertain,

is its own kind of courage.

For in her small persistence

she teaches that desire

is the spark of survival,

and that even the most delicate wings

can carry us

through the night.