I am the moth who knows nothing, inflicting this pain myself. Summoning the demons who scorn and scold me. Overbearing interest and curiosity. Questions silenced before the tip of my tongue, thoughts but an ember of burning guilt. Afraid of ownership and scared to be free. A transparent  face in the sidelines. Wings fluttering with inspiring interest. Flicked away like the pest I am but I still return, drawn by the light which causes me pain. Wanting answers and drawn to the unknown. Pushed into the sidelines, invisible once more. Enough is enough. Transformation from a Moth to a Monarch. Wings fluttering. However, no longer for the dark light which has blinded me but for the fields of flowers and love all around. Ready to give love and receive gratitude.