This piece talks about hope in a hard place. The man is in a small, dark room, but his eyes are looking up. For me, that “looking up” is the message even when you feel trapped or tired, there is still something inside you that refuses to die.
Poem : In the dark, he looks above,
A moth flies by,
soft as love. Its wings are free,
they move with care,
While he sits still,
chained to the air. A gentle light in a heavy place,
The moth moves slow,
with quiet grace. He watches close,
without a sound,
As it flies free,
though he’s still bound. Though trapped in chains,
he dreams of flight,
The moth gives hope in the quiet night. One day, like it,
he’ll break away,
And leave the dark to find his day.
I made this piece to show how the human spirit works. Life can press you down, but the moment you look up, even a little, light starts to enter. It may not remove the pain, but it reminds you that freedom starts from the heart before it shows on the outside. This work is my way of saying: even in your lowest moment, don’t lose the small hope you have left. That small hope can save you.
