I am not a butterfly,

I am a moth

which is to say

I am attracted to the light,

but I do not live in it.

I have plenty to say,

but no mouth to speak.

I do no harm,

but strike fear in many.

I am covered in intricate designs,

but not considered anyone’s beautiful.

I am a pollinator bringing life to the world,

but am hardly recognized for my good deeds.

I live a purposeful life

but am not meant long for this world.

All of this to say,

oh how I wish

to be a butterfly,

or really,

anything but me.