Stone Butterfly

To be as free as a butterfly

to dance and flutter about

without the slightest care,

she's weightless

a shimmering glittering butterfly

but her reality is that she's a rock

at the bottom of the sea

seldom moving

unchanging, plain and dull.

This heaviness delays her

crushes her soul

motionless annoyance

deterring all she knows,

Wanting to chisel away at the rock

and carve out a beautiful butterfly

nonetheless a butterfly made of stone can't fly

can't float less hope,

because even though

 the outer appearance is beautiful now

inside she's still rough, dull and heavy.

She'll never be a part of anything beautiful

so she'll remain at the bottom of that ocean

unmoving, unchanging, nothing.