Butterfly

Painkillers might be getting to me.

 

Someday I am going to wake from this pain,

crack through it like a chrysalis and

invite myself glistening and awoken

 into the world.

While I set my wings to stiffen

and form for the function of flight.

Tell me stories of how brave I was in the dark,

for the contrast will be too great for me

to serve any justice in memory.

Reviews

[.]

What beautiful imagry you create.

[J.S. Pua]

nice write..
beautiful..

[elephant]

Another very good read, you have a talent at writing in a universal way.Beautiful image of a butterfly and not at all corny.

[zig]

"Tell me stories of how brave I was in the dark,"

i dont know what happened, but from reading this, and your other new poems, im wondering if you were in some kind of accident (?) i hope youre ok.

you really seem to have found your voice in your poems, this little piece is a gem. i love the last line, filled with pain and fear. i dont this feeling... feels, to me anyway, like drug rehab all over again. grea work amanda.

zig

[Creepy Swine Guy]

I really, really enjoyed this poem. The only thing that I struggled with were the last two lines. This is probably due to my feeble mind. You have written a very visual and visceral poem which I believe many people will enjoy.