Butterfly

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Butterfly

I am the butterfly
My wings crushed
By life
Slamming into the windows
Of false opportunities
I carried my spirit on those wings
That man killed my spirit
He broke me, they say
She raised me to be broken
Told me how to be strong,
Then raised me to be weak
As I lay there
With my crumpled wings
I carry them to places
I can never go
"Fly, Fly, My little butterfly!" They laugh
As they step on my wings
"You can go, whenever you want
But you can never leave me!
I am in your mind
In your soul
You feel
What I want you to feel
You think
What I want you to think!"

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BringMeBullets commented on Butterfly

03-08-2010

Someone crumbled your wings... But your true power shines through in this poem. Don't let people step all over you. You may have the form of a butterfly, but you have the power of a goddess.

CatsMeow commented on Butterfly

06-22-2009

This is an interesting poem. The words could probably benefit from a bit more rhyming. It made me feel very sad with a defeatist emotion. If that is your intent, you accomplished that. I sure would like to see that butterfly get away with her wings still attached. Thanks CatsMeow.

JadedJezzabel commented on Butterfly

06-22-2009

I ONCE TOLD MY X, YOU CAN'T TEAR OFF MY WINGS AND EXPECT ME TO FLY.........I SEE YOU KNOW WHERE I WAS COMING FROM....STAND UP AND BE PROUD GIRL LIFE IS TOO HARD AND TOO SHORT TO LET ANYONE MAKE YOU OUT TO BE LESS THAN WHAT YOU KNOW YOU ARE.

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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