Butterfly Limbs
Why fly little butterfly,
they will only cage you,
trap you and contain you.
Your beauty is innocence,
If they tear your wings you
will surly die.
You are so beautiful fluttering
butterfly you flit from place to place.
All colors bright lie in your face.
Wishing I could be as you butterfly
so high you flutter into the sky.
Wishing I had wings left to try
to flight the casualties of life.
I wish oh butterfly the collector had
left my wings...
instead of this hollow wingless soul.
He plucked my innocence and
clipped my wings I fear now
he will cage me and I will die.
Poets Notation for word verbage used:
Innocence- is the virginity of a young child.
The collector that cages is the one that rapes
Clipped wings is the inability to rise above
the fear and pain.
To remain in this {caged} state is surly death..
Copyright © Peggy Bertrand | Year Posted 2007
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