Chasing Hope

By Madeline Heuss

Born of the wrong home

A moth crawls out with a moan

Looking at the darkness that surrounds

There is a spark of light at a hill’s crown

As the moth rises into the air

A shriek behind raises his hair,

The demons of the night

Chase him, ready to strike,

As the moth pushes on

All thoughts gone,

Replaced by the shrieks behind

His only thought is to reach the light,

The light looms

As the moth is running from his doom,

A shrieking wisp

Clips his wing’s tip

The moth loses his height,

With all his might

He rises over the hill

The shrieks are killed,

Collapsing on the grass

The night begins to pass

The moth begins to transform

And a new species is born

As the butterfly dances in the light

He can never forget the moth’s fight.

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