A Moth Poem by Cathy Shao

A Moth



Trying to be productive all day
She is dozing off, only grabbing a horse's mane
While a pen is still a pen
She uses it to count all her pain

No one can count all one's pain
But some old words of wisdom remain
'When you are in pain
Ask for some rain”

'Reign yourself and feign”

'Do not let your wrong pursuits remain
You know those wrong pursuits
Those
Too good to be true
Those
Too wonderful to last
And those
Too complicated to master in one lifespan”

But she wonders
Still grabbing the horse's mane
'Except for those too good pursuits
What is left of life, then? ”

So she says
'Let passion burn and lead my way!
I'll pursue it
No matter the burning pain”

(Gladly for her, her passion is actually the moonlight. Though she still has pain- - from thinking too little and feeling too much, she does not have the burning pain. So the tender moonlight shines all her way.)

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