BUTTERFLYA Poem by Theresa Anne
Your beginnings were that of a crawler
Spun into a cocoon of safety
Hanging all the while in a metamorphic state
Who knew from the ugliness Would emerge a creature of such beauty
Splashed with amazing colors
Crimson, black and fuchsia
So fragile
Wings as delicate as tissue paper
Fluttering without care
Free to fly where you may
Without limits...
Without boundaries... One can only dream of such freedoms
Cursed, be the ones who hold you captive Fore you are beauty and grace
© 2008 Theresa AnneReviews
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Added on September 19, 2008Last Updated on September 19, 2008 AuthorTheresa AnneDEAbouti am theresa anne. just a girl. i am just me. i live in my own crazy world. i dance to the beat of my own drum. i speak my own language. i am simply complicated. i am beautiful broken. i am random. i .. more..Writing
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