Walking with Butterflies

This is a work in progress. Some of the lines need tweaking.

Walking with Butterflies

 

Alone I’m walking, this road ahead

No clear direction to see

Thoughts and feelings crowd my head

Seemingly endless to me

 

Along my path crosses butterflies

Pausing a moment to fly along my side

Different patterns, colors, and sizes

Envy of the freedom fills me inside

 

Some flying circles around my feet

Others shoot ahead and circle back

Few will wait until we meet

Before moving on to another

 

To have that freedom of flight

Colorful and attractive wings

Going here or there within my sight

Unique designs making my heart sing

 

Wondering of my own beauty

What colors would my pattern be?

Are they red, yellow, blue, or just black?

Do they bring a smile to your face?

 

If only I could break from this cocoon

But fear is a powerful key

Desire grows with each rising moon

I can feel my wings forming

 

Soon I hope to taste this freedom

And get off this lonely path

Soon I will be walking

Just as the butterflies I see

Reviews

[anonymous]

Your desire for supressed expression and self discovery is echoing throughout your poeIt.Very well laid out.