Sunday, January 11, 2009

Butterfly : A Song

I wrote this a year and a half ago, but it has been going through my head the last few weeks. Butterflies may seem a highly cliche metaphor, but I can't help relating to it nonetheless.


BUTTERFLY

The cocoon is
tightening now,

There’s no room

in it now.

You’re afraid
you don’t know how
to let it go.

Butterfly, butterfly
butterfly, butterfly

You don’t remember
what it’s like:
the world outside,
the world outside.
It was such
a hard climb
you forgot
about the sky.
You did, didn’t you?

Butterfly, butterfly
better fly, butterfly

No more of the grass is greener.
Watch the sky, you will see her

flutter by,

butterfly

let her by: butterfly.

Never meant to be pinned.
More than a beauty,

wings were meant for this

Butterfly…


October 31, 2007

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