Butterflies always defined happiness to me
fluttering their beautiful colors so peacefully
Almost like nothing could faze them;
as long as they had a flower to sit on
While other children pretended to be firefighters
I imagined what it would be like to be a butterfly;
sitting on a beautiful flower
I'm not sure if it was my colors that faded
or if my flower died because,
All of a sudden I was a brown moth
unwillingly drawn to fire
burning and hurting like it's the only thing I knew how to do
Life is so simple when you are six years old;
when you believe you can have the life of a butterfly
It gets tough when you realize
that somewhere along the road we all become moths;
unwillingly hurting
just like the moth gets burned by the fire;
the fire that seemed so beautiful to fly towards
-Shimoney