Life

Mortality
We think our grip is solid
Like a vise tightened on a board
Until reality reminds us
Of how tenuous life can be
More the finger hold of a climber
Trying desperately to clutch
The last vestige of safety
With increasingly weakening
Fingertips and muscles
We may rise and move up the mountain
Or tumble tumultuously down
Mortality

Isolation

Isolation is our strength
Isolation is our weakness
Balancing act for survival
Becomes heavily necessary

Synaptic Response

Synapses firing rapidly
Sparking every cylinder
Desperately creating
Power and strength
Ability to survive
And one day even
To thrive again

Moth

An unextinguishable flame
A tattered winged moth
Drawn
Flitting
Flying
Inescapable

Light

Though shining brightly in the night sky
Rocky edifice seemingly a beacon
Then the truth becomes known to all
It's illumination is not its own but comes
From another celestial body, another brighter
Giving its light to the day sky and by proxy
To the night.