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Fortitude
Butterfly
What are you doing
In this place
There are no flowers here
No brightness
For your delicate face
Butterfly
They stole
Skinned my protection whole
Selfishly lapped at my hope
And imprisoned my soul
Butterfly
You flew
Through death…
And
Soggy mildew
Spreading light
…A fiery blue
When there was nothing
I found you.
What are you doing
In this place
There are no flowers here
No brightness
For your delicate face
Butterfly
They stole
Skinned my protection whole
Selfishly lapped at my hope
And imprisoned my soul
Butterfly
You flew
Through death…
And
Soggy mildew
Spreading light
…A fiery blue
When there was nothing
I found you.
Published 14th Oct 2019
Author's Note
Hopelessness comes in many forms. If you’ve ever been in a dark situation where there is seemingly no light, there had to be a pinnacle moment where you found a reason to fight. If not, hang in there, you’ll find it.
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Anonymous
14th Oct 2019 10:15pm
Lovely chant of hope. We are all victims of our weakness and subject to darkness, at one point or another, in life. The light may penetrate at times. "Hope is the last divinity to flee the grave" says the Italian poet Ugo Foscolo. Brava My dear poetess. J
14th Oct 2019 10:31pm
I agree with your Italian poet, and we're not dead yet :) Thank you for your insight and the RL add, Juvenalis, it is always an honor
