The Butterfly

It flies on it's path,

A path of it's own,

Nothing shown 

flying so delicately.

Shot down by it's loss of pride.

The victory of the enemy.

It struggles to carry on,

too vulnerable now to fly

Aid the wings

See if you can break free 

and get to where you want to be

to just fly away.

Reviews

[Sydney Evans]

Beautifully written