Moth Medicine

The moth that flutters gently at the darkest times

Seeking the light that feels so impossible to find

Settles occasionally upon what might be nearest

To the brilliance of joy that that once danced

Within the heart that now weighs so heavily

Will one day cease its rustling wings and still

Not because the need for light in the dark is gone

But because the darkness has become small enough

To carry more easily through the days that remain