Butterflies

Though butterflies may seem free, their burdens of being drawn to light comes with a price that may one day end their own life. Be weary of the wants and wishes, for to become free remarks that burdens cannot touch you, and without burdens you become weak and fragile. This is not you, so remain strong, stay true to those burdens, and carry forth with butterflies caress your mind ( ~,^ and stomach), but not to take away your life.

Star or butterfly
she can and she be
she's true to me
and from you silence please

for the comments taken
robust in your words
and ways to speak
speak foolish terms

silence suits you
for far better than worse
speaking dark curse
I come to set her free

For a butterfly she wishes to be.
and so shall she
with me to cage her
then set her free.

I do love the notion of butterflies blocking the way -- they're so fragile and ephemeral, but all we really notice is the superficial beauty.  Which takes me on tangents far removed from your poem, and that's actually what I like best about any poetry.

thank you