She cannot form words for replies
even if she tries to use her voice
the message in her sad eyes
transmits to all but not by choice

Her thoughts devoid of colour
her mind a myriad of images
her eyes tell a story of past valour
her soul unable to rebuild bridges

A single comfort erases her frown
and only for moments of time
a firefly allows her mind to climb
but only when added to her crown

©Vivian Zems

Real Toads~ firefly- Camera Flash

Image by George Seeley