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Firefly

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My sweet little firefly,

I am sorry to tell you,

I have got to set you free.

Having you grow inside is incredible,

but the guilt is consuming me.

I have been sick

for the past days and nights,

not knowing

what is wrong and what is right.

My sweet little firefly,

I am sorry to tell you,

I have got to let you go.

Thinking about a life together

in which I could help you grow

your wings and find your fire

 uncovers this overwhelming desire.

My sweet little firefly,

I am so sorry to tell you,

your mommy is not ready yet.

Please be patient

and if you haven’t found a new host, a new mother,

I would love it very much

to feel your light

fuel me from the inside

with yet another tide.

Johanna was listening to Dry by Brothers of Santa Claus while writing this poem.

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07/05/2018 Pat Nehls

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