Tuesday, November 17, 2015

broken butterflies

She is broken
&  cannot see
A fog obscures reality
A lock on her good memory
Only worries about what can be

She is hurting
And in distress
Crippled by her past
Her wings have torn apart
 By the burden of her broken heart

She is fragile
& so very weak
Pale & ghostly
She cannot speak

She is mocked
A subject of scorn
Her confidence blocked
By regret for the day she was born

She would like
To piece herself together
But has lost the direction
God please help her
Give my lost butterfly some love and protection

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