Moths Can Teach You Something

Who knew a pesky moth could be an inspiration. But then again, there’s a poem about a flea…

Moth On Glass

Sometimes I feel like a moth on glass.
I flap desperate and exhausted,
My freedom on the other side.
Green of grass,
Sky wide,
Sun beckoning.

But this cold, hardness keeps me from it.
My body bruised with banging,
My wings wild.
All I see is the other side…
And I miss the fact…
The window is open.

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