A Fire, a Moth, a Light, a Surprise

She/her

Fire

Another surprise, 

another, shock,

forcing me to take stock, 

of who I am, where I’m from what I’ve been and where I’ve gone.

Back to the start, 

Back to heart,

It hurts….

the crackly old skin peels away, the fire’s hot as the phoenix rises….

She tells me there will be more surprises,

and I ,

like the moth move closer to the light.

For Aunty Marianne