From out of dreams you wandered into my life, a child in heart
A butterfly, in my youthful play I broke your wings, trying to not let you depart
But still your noble spirit carried you upwards, staying with me despite the pain
You held on through seasons of summer sun, wind, snow and falling rain
A butterfly was never meant to be held, but born to be on the breezes free
Too delicate for chains even of the heart, broken wings cost her, her liberty
Then one night while I was sleeping, she crawled away from me, unable to fly
Maybe some day we'll meet again, when I no longer try to hold a piece of the sky
-
Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: October 30th, 2026 03:13
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 4
- Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15
Online)
Comments3
Well I do believe you may have just shared one of the most beautiful poems ever written, stunning in every way. 🦋 Even without wings we can fly my dear sorrenbarret it just depends on prespective 💜
You are most kind my friend and your most generous words of praise are deeply appreciated.
A fair (thee well) and fine write SB. Yes, if we touch a butterfly or moth we may damage its delicate wings.
Thanks so much Orchi for the read and understanding words it is appreciated my friend
Good write my friend
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.