So in case you didn't see it in the title... this one gets pretty heavy. If that's not for you, skip reading and instead scroll down to look at the drawings, which really are not that bad on their own.
But first... well just know that it represents a journey through the valley of the shadow of death and fighting your self back through depression to rediscover the joy of life.
I found these bugs upon a flower, around a lake I strode.
Yet in my mind they held such power, and built for me a road.
I didn't even know it then, a path they built as friend;
But there began a journey, through which my soul might mend.
The Blowfly hauls off the pain of death, the sadness, and the wailing.
It carries off the troubled times, our comrades in our failing.
The morbid theme blinds us to the rest that life can bring,
Its tune, a bitter mercy that someday we all must sing.
The Tachinid strikes a hidden blow, at our sorrows and our fears,
It seeds itself within their flesh, and feeds upon their tears.
Within the writhing, living hosts, its ruthless work is found,
Yet from that torment rises life—a harsh, yet fertile ground.
The Bumblebee in brightness hauls nectar to its hive,
It flows like living sunshine, to keep their young alive.
It brings the sweetness of the fields, a gift of gentle wing,
Yet to those who seek to steal its prize, a sacrificial sting.
These bugs bring on the blossoms, their colors are not few,
The petals cast their beauty, and crown the lake with hue.
The road they build has led me back, and healing I've been shown,
While onward still it carries me, to life as yet unknown.
