A firefly in a bottle
It tries it’s best
to fly and shine
in such a closed space
It makes me think…
Doesn’t it get tired
Seeing freedom through
the fragile glass
but unable to reach it
It makes me think…
It would be strange if
the firefly isn’t sad or
angry or in despair
And maybe it just puts on a mask
Of hope and effort
A cheerful mask that hides
how tired it is
It makes me think…
Of the view before
a cottage window
barely visible through the treeline
and an empty smile.
Amazing write. I especially loved how you ended in that haze of nostalgia and wistfulness.
thank you for taking out time to read and comment ^^
This poem really speaks to me. I can’t put into words what it says because you already did and made a poem from it. I hope your firefly is free now.
it is working on it and hopes to be a better firefly!
Thank you for taking out time to read and leaving such wonderful comments ^^
This is a very thoughtful poem! You have captured the
firefly sentiments in a very beautiful way.