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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Death followed her, like an unwelcome guide. Grim Reaper stalking, forced her shadow to hide. Angel of death took her sister, but let her survive. How could a child understand death and being alive? Other siblings distracted her suffering and pain, like rays of sunshine on dark days with heavy rain. A caterpillar seeking a cocoon to shelter from bruising, for the wounds she had suffered were not from her choosing. With fragile wings the butterfly gradually learned to fly, when falling in love, her beloved made her feel so high. But the Grim Reaper returned and took her parents away, heartbroken she wondered how long the pain would stay. Malevolently, death returned like a bitter enemy, mercilessly snatched her babies without integrity. Not content, Grim Reaper returned without warning, stole her beloved – her tears never stopped falling. Tormented emotions meant each day was full of anguish, terrorized by dark demons who continued to languish. Losing loved ones and falling into depression deeper. Sensitive and fragile, she beckoned the Grim reaper. Preparing to die – surviving was no longer her intention, as the Grim Reaper approached – there was an intervention. An ethereal light appeared, illuminating hope through her heart. Death fled like a coward, afraid of the light, he would depart. Wings broken, but still intact – butterfly began to write, expressing her emotions, suppressing them with delight. Angel of death would return one day, that was for sure, but, producing beautiful poetry was temporarily her cure. Originally written in 26 December 2015 Re-posted 19 November 2020 Dedicated to the poet formerly knows as Broken Wings (Constance)
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