Like a moth
Nearing the flame
drawn, drawn, drawn
But why
Only tragedy dwells there
But the tragedy takes up so much space in my mind and I fear inevitably it will swarm again
And yet I dove
Back to the cavern
Where the hieroglyphics of trauma
Leave indents in my ideologies
And yet I try to believe
There’s land after sea
There’s rocks after sand
There’s stillness after wind
There’s day after night
There’s laughter after sorrow.
There’s love after death.
Somehow.