Lilting Wings

It may seem that things are as they are, but they don't have to be, make your own way my little butterfly xx

Lilting Wings

 

An innocent butterfly she flew,

Scraping the tops of silver clouds,

Dancing amongst the stars,

Soaring through the heaven-sent sun,

 

Invisible to the eye of human,

Unstoppable by human limits,

So, thought a figment of one’s imagination,

She lived free to the will of her own,

 

Her song flitting through the dull of day,

Little shards of freedom falling into,

Bleak hearts of human kind,

Turning a dark day, a little lighter,

 

Nothing positive without touch of negative,

Her optimism and love of life,

Slowly being manipulated by cold hands,

Twisting into sad and lilting wings,

 

Weight slowly piled upon soft wings,

Dragging the innocent down,

To lie where the other lay,

With empty hearts, and crying eyes,

 

Her heart yearned for what was once,

With heavy wings and broken resolve,

She too considered the sky,

And wished upon a star so far away,

 

The brush of a silver cloud,

But a sliver of a memory,

The whisperings of stars,

Just a faint thing of past,

 

An innocent butterfly no more,

Stumbling through the dark alone,

Tears pouring down her face,

Hoping for a way out of the bleakness,

 

A touch of hope flung her way,

A little flutter of broken wings,

Determination breaking through misery,

A life’s past can break the present,

 

Her future deemed a little less dark,

Little shards of freedom forming into one,

Her song flitting into memory,

Unstoppable by human limits,

 

Cold hands no longer the manipulator,

Lilting wings forming new shape,

A new butterfly she flew,

Soaring through the heaven-sent sun.

Reviews

[Hebe]

Lovely Willa, you weaved this so delicately but the message is there ... creat your own path, no matter what! Loved it....