broken butterfly

a little poem i wrote about shame and self-acceptance. if u have any thoughts or critiques pls let me know im dying to get my poems out there lol <3

“butterflies can’t see their own wings”

my wings were unique, folded and geometric

i felt proud, never hid them like a secret

i was called brave

              ↳”i’d want to die if i were you”

i pulled my antennas over my eyes

i naively accepted compliments at face value (i belonged)

when it came time to fly, i could only flutter

that’s all my wings could do (i was okay with that)

i wished for someone to lift me up

or at least visit me back on the ground

but they towered above me in the sky

eyes i once imagined as kind

turned one by one into despise

i was both a spotlight and invisible

i discovered my being was laughable

what if i should force my wings back? 

crush myself against the will of God to please his better projects? 

(please come back and turn your mess into a masterpiece)

i nail these paper-thin wings against a cross

my crime is existing without a second thought

is my disappearance alone enough to forgive the imperfections of the universe?

does nothing compare to the shame i was cursed with?

as my fragile body rips off the nails

i try to escape this trap i made and fail

(my wings are folded even in death)

Reviews

[Micah Orchid]

I enjoy this poem a lot, as well as the little notes on some of the lines of text. It adds more context to the poem without making it too complicated.
Keep making poems, this one is very nice.
My only suggestion currently is to use proper capitalization and punctuation, but that's just a personal preference.

[Ashe]

This is tragically beautiful! I love it so much!