The Monarch

Her soul was like sunflowers, lilies, and cattails.

Full of honeydew nectar and fresh squeezed lemonade.

Where butterflies danced and birds sang freely.

This new world was gasoline and fire.

Like thorns and death creeping in through every incision.

It was slow and painful like winter molasses.

She tried to fit in,

and felt stuck from within.

Like her petals were drowning and her

Sweet birds were now sounding

Like cries from the mother

Who had lost her sweet baby

And was pleading just maybe

She would find her lost and wandering.

The people refused to hear the cries.

Because eventually everything dies.

But her heart was pure and her soul was good,

It took her a moment, but she fixed her lipstick 

And stood.

She didn’t fit in, but she wouldn’t let them win.

The whole world had fallen and most had gone mad, 

But deep down it told her there was still so much

Life to be had.

So she danced for the monarchs and she sang for her birds,

She watered her flowers,

And then,

created new life with her words.

Reviews

[Vertigo Cat1111]

This is awesome, amazing a beautifully told story with an triumphant ending. I loved the rhymes as well. ‘She didn’t fit in but she wouldn’t let them win.’ ‘The people refused to hear her cries, because eventually everything dies.’ There’s so much truth to this poem. It’s relatable, the world is mad and falling apart, yet deep down you know there’s still more for you to be had. I love how at the end she chooses to sing for the things that originally brought her joy. It may be a little detail, but I also like the line, ‘it took her a moment but she fixed her lipstick.’ It’s very real, it takes her a moment to gather herself. I could go on and on, but I won’t write a wall of text. Thank you so much for sharing and please keep writing!