My Particles are arrested,
Solitary, confined, and all together
Quit invested
In hope.
My childlike wonder ran ablaze
With firey sparks and
My mind was in a daze.
There are such precious moments sprinkled, like gitter,
among the trauma and scars that
Give credence to something beautuful. See,
I ain't bitter.
I was a moth among fireflies, dancing in flame,
No danger at all, just...
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