
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.