God's Butterfly

Your life ended crumpled and disillusioned like a butterfly in God’s hand. Little did you know much was at stake. When you drove the stake to the heart of your fate. Never knowing the embraces or love you so wanted was there even before you had passed on. The streets cry now with a shamed despair and regrets for you that has faded. A shimmer of a star you were is now shining up above us. What you thought was your release of hope has become everyone’s sin. As you sat alone dwelling in the blackness of your demons. Not noticing the angels crying for your soul. How did your mistakes swallow you whole. To think a child of seventeen , only feeling life’s hate instead of hope. Now we all hold our heads down low and cry with shame. Maybe only if we had open our eyes and saw your hurt choking you. Now everyone cares and it’s too late, where was the support you need. It’s too many lives late. Today I write for a boy who no one knew or cared. May he be remembered as a memory, a regret, a secret, or a true love so true. There are no words I can say just this thick broken down silence. It rains down on all of us. Mike, I wish you could see how much your family, friends and teammates miss you.