Fireflies

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

Just a short little observation on the nature of my existence.

In the foggy heat of a balmy summer night, beneath embers of a faintly lit moon, you can find a little bit of nature’s lost magic. My youthful eye would often struggle against the black canvas of the velvety night, until a small glimmer of light would shine and then blip back out. I found if I struggled less to see them and let my eyes unfocus they would appear more frequently. Small spritely little night fairies, the fireflies, would avail themselves in mass like stars against the great ether. Like most children my eager hands would grasp recklessly hoping to hold something so beautiful. Unfurling my fingers to find the smudge of her gilded light smeared upon my palm. I didn’t know how to be with her frail beauty, her delicate lightening spirit, but as I grew I would catch a few I would try and keep them as my companions. I would try and love them so they would love me, and shine bright. But pursuing them did not earn me favor, nor win me affection and in the end it was for nothing more than the few brief moments. I thought their light might have been for me, but not one chose me over the free black ocean I had scooped them from and I felt as if I had trapped them in a life they didn’t want. Long I looked on as they danced away and I thought myself a prison. Did I have a light inside? Was it trapped in this vessel longing to be free with her? Would she accept, love me if I could slip my earthly bond? Now as the gray in my beard gets longer and all the best years of my time are behind me, I can see my childhood self slowly prying gnarled knuckles apart. His delicate soft fingers gently asking my consternation to give in, and I have to let her go. All I can do is return her to emptiness of the foggy and misty ebony and watch as her light shines bright as my own slowly dies.


Submitted: March 13, 2021

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