The Butterfly (poem)

She is emerging .

Yes she is still hurting.

But the pain is converting

Covering the tracks and traces meant to distract.

Her spirit is intact.

Usually she condemns herself for not thriving.

But today she is willing to settle for surviving.

Suppressing the symphony of sympathizers.

The pain is synthesizing and the composer is combining endless days of sorrow to make closure.

So she closes her


It’s dark but she’s willing to sit in this.

Darkness can be killed in this.

A will fulfilled in this darkness.

Her heart is stiff and still she is hurting.






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2 thoughts on “The Butterfly (poem)

  1. Thanks for sharing this


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