I was at my darkest, you saw my light.
The closer you came, my lumens grew bright.
I was flailing, spinning in a cyclone.
Your fingers plucked me out and brought me home.
I was walking in-place against a wall
Your kindness was a welcome pivot-call.
Without trespassing you probed and explored
An angel sent from heaven, thank you Lord.
I set up roadblocks, landmines, and decoys
You marched through and didn't fall for my ploys.
You refused to leave, like a moth to a flame
I' m still not sure what you saw, glad you came.
You tore me down mentally, then rebuilt.
Then relit my flame without any guilt.
|Like a Moth to a Flame|
16 x 12 inches
40.6 x 30.4 cm
What attracts you like a moth to a flame?