Yellow Butterflys

wrote this right before "The Glass" ( and "Trapped" (

I see them

Flying lazily

Wings of gold and mica

Bodies of obsidian

They are free…

So unlike me

Oh, how they are free…

 

I do not see her

She, who is why I notice the butterflies now,

She, who has awoken me to the world, and its beauty,

She, who I love

She, for whom my heart screams for

And my body calls

But I am not heard

It will not stop me

 

She opened my eyes

So for her, I will fight

To the ends of the earth

And the pearly gates of heaven

Or the black gated of hell

For her, I will fight

And I will not stop

Until I have won

Oh the yellow butterflies

With their fragile beauty

And gentle touch

They land on my face

To partake of the tears

That cascade down

Staining my face…

 

My tears fall

As I scream to ears that wish to be deaf

And my heart calls

To another that wished not to feel

I push, shove, ram, hit, punch, beat down the walls

That she holds up

She has been hurt before

As long as I live she will not be hurt again

 

The walls crack

The walls crumble

The walls fall

She desperately tries to rebuild them

But i stop her, I stop her and say

I love you

And we are still as we stand

In our field, of yellow butterflys…

 

 

Author's Note

... Yeah...

Reviews

[Judy Ponceby]

Yeah! :) Beautiful. Exquisite poetry. :)