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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