The Lament to Believing

The Lament to Believing
The first small Lie
That we tell ourselves,
That someone,
Something else
Is responsible for our happiness.
I wail as the moth sears its wing
Diving thru the candle,
Coming to rest on a shelve nearby.
I cringe with empathy
At how much that hurt.
I am sad that my
First beliefs
Were lies.
How does one
In so looking,
longing,
&
loving
The light
Dive into a flame?
No pain
no gain?