To You:

One of my favorites.

Butterfly with broken wings,
your pain screams from your
soft, fragile eyes.
Do they mirror the damage to your soul?
A fallen piece of Heaven,
why do you fail to see
the reasons I love to watch you fly?
Your colors dance
before my eyes in the sunlight,
and to see you grounded
is a tragedy.
But I have no fear for you,
hindered jewel,
for life could never be
so cruel to kill you.
If it was, would there be
stars at night?
Could children laugh and be free
on a warm summer day?
Would flowers bloom,
music play,
or love truly exist beyond the confines of ignorance?
My butterfly, surely you will
find a way to fly again,
or everything I have come to know
about life would turn to false,
and my existence would be a lie.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Que]

You worded this piece very beautifully, I could see everything perfectly in my mind.
I loved the first three lines, and also the last line "and my existence would be a lie" - it makes a nice close to the poem.
Great job, I enjoyed reading it!
Cheers

[Elephants & Coyotes]

The beauty of the world in a butterfly.
I love the sweetness behind the parallels you draw here.
Nice work =)

[whispereversolightly]

enjoyed the last two lines the best. Truthful. This is very nicely written.

[Sarah Hobbit]

I really like your word pictures in this poem. I think you have done well.
Sarah :-)