Hope After Dispair

This I wrote for someone who's friend was going through a hard time. They liked butterflies and the sea. So I incorporated those images into it.

Crouched in the corner

Burried in grief,

Your hands scratch your face,

And you cannot find relief.

A butterfly flutters past

And you feel compelled to follow

Your heart weeps and you want it to stop.
You want life to fill your soul
With the happiness that you once felt.
The beauty of it's wings
Brings forth hope.

Against the will of your aching body

You follow the path that the butterfly leads.

Walking through brushes,

Getting stung by nettles,

You carry on your fateful journey.
At last you feel a warm breeze

Tickling your cheek
And you know this is where you're meant to be.

Sand between your toes
And water lapping on the shore.

The calmness of the salty air
Stills your mind
And makes you content.
This is how it's meant to be.
You have to experience the worst
To appreciate the best.

Author's Note

Maybe someday I'll get this published in a book or something.

Reviews

[Aimee Mahathy]

Very true, very true.
Quick note : "burried" should be "buried". Simple, but I just happened to notice it. =]
Anyway, I love those moments when you're so lost in despair and you feel that glimmer of hope and all is suddenly still, life pauses, and you've gotten a warm hug of peace. You got that across very well! =D