BVBarmygirl Posted April 27, 2014 Report Share Posted April 27, 2014 I wrote "a butterfly's story" (I posted a few days ago) when I was 16 and wrote this one that follows on from it nearly 10 years later, written February 2014, aged 25! The dark butterfly flies gently by Through a world of delicate things, But still they shatter like glass fireworks At the touch of her blackened wings. God etched a perfect outline But He just forgot to colour me in, Life then took a black paintbrush And inked me with illness and sin. I rested briefly on a noose- Hoping to make it right, But God accepted your resignation And I had to continue sadly, into the night. I still flutter through your glades of summer With every passing year, The noose now a peaceful ghost in the wind Where I'll always leave a shining tear. They turn into pearls of light Falling downwards in the hourglass of time, Letters of my own resignations brushing past That God has yet to sign. _________________________________________________ This poem mainly inspired by my friend Jodi, who passed away by suicide 21st August 2010, aged 21. Miss you Jodi Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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