Written March 29 2026 for contest sponsored by Seth Pina
I feel like a black butterfly Caught up in a hurricane The winds of life’s times Tossing me in destiny’s rain It’s not always easy to hope When you’re in such a storm At the end of a creative rope Forced to rebuild and be reborn Never getting too attached Owning very little in my name Blessed as ideas hatch From even my bipolar brain I understand the reason He is training me for more And it’s not my season To fly in sunny skies to soar I long for my denim dreams To have my soft girl error Instead seems I’m fighting To keep pure avoid terror Traps set by the enemy Playing on my inner fears Knowing life’s not fantasy And short are our years Born breach with soul deep I’m sure I have a purpose Biggest fear being blindly Lost in a life that’s worthless How do I feel these weeks Like a helpless butterfly Trapped in hurricane windy With a teasing view of sky
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