the bad kind of butterflies

the bad kind of butterflies

A Chapter by Lyn Anderson
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passing thoughts in the rush of chaotic tears

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thoughts
fizzle
chisel
at the inside
of something ...

butterflies (not the nice kind)
dare me to hold back
the urge
to purge
the material of my day.

unhealthy coping
mechanisms
feel like home
as I fight the
wall and it
doesn't argue
with my bluing fist

pounding heart
and aching mind
give rise
to dark
and brooding thoughts

the tears
the fears
I can no longer
be sure
if I am still sane.

when all is lost
what is left to gain?




© 2017 Lyn Anderson


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I know that question but have no answer. Yet here we are trying to make sense of it all. The bad kind of butterflies, anxiety and pain, have taken root and it is so difficult to get them to fly away, even if it's for a short time. They take their toll and then some. I truly felt this one.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

9 Years Ago

Thank you. I know you have them too.
A wonderfully expressed poem which is brutal honest about the 'condition black'

Posted 9 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

9 Years Ago

Thank you very much. That means a lot coming from you.
Anxiety maybe?
:-(
What can I say... You're tough as nails, sweet as candy. Great combo.


Posted 9 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

9 Years Ago

Yes. Anxiety and depression. Never let them beat me yet. :)
the urge
to purge
the material of my day.




I loved this stanza's so beautiful like a
light in the darkness purge meaning Cleansing
I love it.



I hope all is well with you on this beautiful
Saturday Afternoon my friend.



Sounds like she's talking to the devil
or a hurtful flame that was in her life in this
song too dark for me LOL... but goes great with
the emotions shown here in this piece!


Thank you for sharing this wonderful
piece. Have a blessed weekend. Benita

Posted 9 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

9 Years Ago

It is very much a depression poem, so yes, I guess that is kind of talking to the devil now isn't it.. read more
Benita-Staebell M - KindredPoet

9 Years Ago

negative part when he puts the thoughts of fear and doubt into
our mind so at times it is sca.. read more
when all is lost
what is left to gain?

A personal write and for me too … when I got to this point is when I learned to gain myself … the outside world is ever changeable … you can love and you can enjoy it … but the only thing you will truly possess cannot be grasped by the hand. The craft in this piece was first call btw.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

9 Years Ago

Thank you so much. I really just had to purge it.
Oh so feeling this right now been a few weeks of what feels like 'fighting the wall' with it not giving me the satisfaction of arguing back.

I'm not much of a fighter or arguer really... but your worlds here describe my frustration to a T.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Lyn Anderson

9 Years Ago

Me neither. Conflict avoider by nature. But going through some really intense emotional times. Thank.. read more
sharonlee

9 Years Ago

My pleasure.

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Added on October 25, 2014
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Lyn Anderson
Lyn Anderson

Toronto, Ontario, Canada



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