#flymoment
She was the fire fly that I held
in a jar of frailty.
But no matter the temptation
I kept her withheld.
The world that was concussively shallow
without her brightness.
Could I contain the light that was needed,
it gasped at breath
brightly before me.
There was too much oxygen to keep
her kept.
For when the jar fractured,
her light shined brighter like a super nova
of minimal proportions.
When I let her fly free of her shackles,
woven in the fabric of evanescence.
Life momentarily seemed to mean more than
when it was kept clasped in a jar
of visualised reflection..
And every rising sunrise burnt brighter
as lingering fire flies kept
ignited within the vocal
message that light had rose once again.
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 7:14 PM UTC