I don't want to be
a moth
catching on fire.
But if someone would offer me
love/acceptance/salvation/help,
would I not fly
directly into the fire?
Burning my wings off
in the meantime.
But would the pain
of losing something as important
as wings are to a moth
satisfy the Gods of sacrifice?
Would then every tear and scar
be meaningful?
The burning desire
to be saved.
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The Questions (and Answers, Maybe)
PoetryThis is a poetry book about questions I have on my mind almost all of the time. It's about poetry itself, my feelings, my points of view on some hard topics and more. It's very personal for me, but I know that many other people think about these thi...
