moths

since younger
I am in love with moths
the dark butterflies
the bringer of death
the witches
the insect of the light

with him
I was not myself
and I only realized it later
when I was free
for one night in his room
when a big black moth entered
and I almost had a crisis of fear
instead of wanting to get closer
and set her free again
there I did not recognize me
I was someone I never knew
someone that lived with her head under the water
until I began to drown
and without thinking twice,
you left me right there
lost within facing my demise 

today I feel the wings
behind my back
and I can see that moment
with other eyes
from another angle
I was only a caterpillar
changing in a cocoon
to become who I sense today 
a moth facing freedom
and a big phase of new moon.