Sherry Bach © 2014

If I wait and fly with the butterflies

I might not ever know

What is it that pulls me toward the flame

The one that I can't let go

I wish it now not to have so much power

To make me feel anything

For while it does I'm captive here

Never knowing what it might bring

I try to fight it but rush right in

Head first into the light

Consumed by fire, melted down

Darkness fills the night

No words, no voice is offered up

Questions lingering

Tick tick tick goes the clock

Time drags heavy over the open sting