Fly

There's a moth trapped inside of me, and it wants to get out.

Wants to find the light.

Wings longing to be free. I feel the murmur of it inside of me, as I live and breathe. It can't stand being trapped much longer. When will the chains be broken?

I don't know why I feel drained. So many facades. . . so much happening. I am world weary.

Where is the one who can set me free? Why are you downcast oh my soul?

. . .let my soul hope in God alone. 

I will yet praise him, my salvation and my God.