Butterflies On The TracksA Poem by Megan
There once was a girl
Sometimes she'd stumble on words Or run her head off the tracks She understood the depth of value She knew what was needed in this world In order to keep it beautiful and humane She didn't count herself in the necessities She went out into the woods everyday not a minute past 4 To a little pond and an old creaky bench right by the train tracks She did all of her writing and thinking on the bench by the pond A butterfly landed on her lap She picked it up on her finger As it crawled across her fingers and made its way down to her arms Where her scars lay inked into her pale skin She grew jealous of the innocent butterfly She wished she could feel just as beautiful and free as the insect She wished she could bring a little ray of light to others Like the harmless little butterfly did to her She stayed out by the pond until 7 Not feeling the need to leave She heard a train whistle in the distance The sound increased as it crept closer It went through her ears and came out of her eyes Creating the biggest tears she's ever felt The lights came around the corner and quickly approached nearby the pond and the old, creaky bench She leaped in front of the metal monster For the hope of a better tomorrow She was instantly gone A little butterfly landed on the tracks Where her body once was And flew away with her The girl or any other butterfly never returned Something so beautiful, gone forever. © 2013 MeganReviews
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