A Broken Butterfly
I fly like a butterfly
softly fluttering
past you, unnoticed.
(please notice me)
I fly like a butterfly
gliding smoothly
past life.
(a life I want to stop flying through).
I fly like a butterfly
only seen in warmth.
(little do you know, I soar in coldness more).
I fly like a butterfly
through beauty
but sometimes the heat is heavy
and I start drifting
down.
(please save me from the ground).
I fly like a butterfly
but a butterflies wings
are fragile,
and so
I fall like a butterfly
unable to beat
my torn heart.
(why couldn’t you see me?)
(why couldn’t you see the tears?)
I was a broken butterfly begging for you to help (but you let me fall).
Winged Garden of Grace (r/p)
With black bodice features
She burrows through peat
Amidst humble creatures
Oft’ crushed beneath feet
She’ll become a winged garden
Eyes, blind to behold
Her future, yet hidden
Daydreams to unfold
Tears fall from Grace
Feast of leaves, her last bite
Spring winds wipe her face
While she spins her silk kite
She places her life
Into Destiny’s hands
Without fighting or strife
Trusts her creator’s plan
Grace falls to sleep
Charis’ chrysalis tomb
Slow to gold dust, she seeps;
Born of wings, waxed en womb
Sun wakes her, unshelled
Stunning brilliance of light
Grace falls, unveiled
To her garden in flight
Gold rays ’luminate
Woven colors, divine
Nectar dreams, she creates
Sugar sips from the vine
Grace falls on me
Flutters hope, soul aloft
When her beauty I see
Whilst her former self’s lost
There’s a time to be re-born & a time to die
She put on
the butterfly earrings
he gave her
after he apologized
for the slap
at K-mart.
She put on
the butterfly necklace
he gave her
after he apologized
for kicking her
at the bar.
She put on
the butterfly broach
he gave her
after punching her
in front of
the kids.
As he slept
that night,
she shoved an ice-pick
into the base
of his skull—
then called 9-1-1.
The beat of a butterfly’s wings...
They say the beat
Of a butterfly’s wings
Can create a hurricane
Far
Oh so far
Down the line
I’m scared
Of having
So much power
Of all the potential
My fragile wings
Possess
Can I stay
Warm and wrapped
Inside my dark cacoon?
Just an ornament
A chrysalis
Upon a dainty leaf?
I wait and muse
Will I smother?
Am I alive?
Or am I dead?
Inside my blessed prison
Do I truly exist?
I choke
I fight
I want to breathe
I emerge into the world
I am born
And so are the possibilities
The butterfly effect.
One day somewhere out there, a butterfly flapped its wings,
flying into the path of a puppy, who chased it round and round in rings.
The puppy untrained and full of joy, jumped right onto a busy highway,
the speeding cars had no time to react, but one swerved quickly anyway.
The lady driving the red Toyota, was beautiful, carrying her first child,
when the surgeon held her dying hand, he saw a soul at peace and mild.
The surgeon carried the guilt, driven mad he wandered the streets,
he muttered words incomprehensible, to whomever he should meet.
When the officers found his dead body, they just couldn't understand,
why a note with a butterfly picture, was found clutched in the surgeon's hand.
Why’d they have to laugh
You’ll laugh,
I tell you
You’ll laugh
No one ever doesn’t laugh
They all find it funny
But it doesn’t make me laugh
I say they scare me
But no one understands
They say it’s harmless
But I don’t care
The way it flutters
In patterns unknown
Its delicate wings
Haunting my eyes
I want to run
I want to hide
They’ll laugh,
I know
They’ll laugh
Sometimes I run
Sometimes I hide
Then
They laugh,
I tell you
They laugh
It isn’t funny
I say
I’ve tried
I’ve tried
I’ve tried
But I just can’t get over my fear of butterflies
Sh, sh, sh,
They flutter with enthusiasm
Sh, sh, sh,
I swear she'll hear them
Relentless, making me jittery
Sh, sh, sh,
Anxiety go away
Sh, sh, sh,
It must be millions, billions!
I quickly lose memory
With each of their flutters
Sh, sh, sh,
Somehow forgot how to function
Sh, sh, sh,
With all these butterflies
Sh, sh, sh,
But she smiles at me
-Whispers-
And now I swear I'll explode