Silver Butterfly

July 13, 2011
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My silver wings
Long to fly;
Like my heart,
They crave the sky.
Yet heavy chains
Tie me down;
Amongst this chaos,
I feel like I’ll drown.

I dream at night
Of soaring high,
But trapped here
I’m in line to die.
My silver wings
Long to spread,
To kiss the wind,
To freedom be wed.

My silver wings
Were forcefully broken;
Crushed to pieces
By words unspoken.
Crippled I lay,
As they simply stand by;
By the tears I cry.

Yet tired and worn,
And ripping at the seam,
My silver wings
Persist to dream.
A butterfly child
Born to fly;
It’s who I am
And it’s who I’ll die.

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thetruthawaits94 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 20, 2011 at 8:06 pm
I really like this! I agree with yelli, great imagery!
ohheyyyelli said...
Jul. 20, 2011 at 5:42 pm
You have really nice imagery in your poems!
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