The Fate of a Butterfly

forged noble thread guides a knife to cut or trace sewing as you slumber belief is a place right here inside the very outline to the scar on your face time has not erased the momentary recall planted in the center holding tightly to regret humbled by the force an energy lives between us the always spinning final chance forgoing lost or found reminisce in love’s true kiss and disregard the vow grasping for the single reason beyond what is clear the day by day cheer disguising a familiar fear expression of a coward an accessory, for something to endear piece by piece, over and over left behind souvenirs a voice named forgotten holds on sincere having your cake and eat it dear the million mile detour from what is real to the girl with the most cake the knife I hold, is just a knife there is no death to mourn no martyr to end betrayal a final thread in motion brings destiny to feet a magnificent push unfolds her wings I am set free to the fate of a butterfly trapped inside a jar the weight of agony’s pain cries for soul’s that cannot fly with bended knees and closed eyes arms stretched wide I reach for the sky Terry D’Arcy-Ryan