To Break Free Again
How must I break free and fly away
when your cold hands clamp me down?
Your critical, callous words besmirch
and pinion me to the ground.
For I am a sensitive butterfly
flailing in fear, struggling within
the throes of your darkness.
You shatter my repose
my delicate wings close
and my bright colors
bleed and fade away.
Once I was lissome and free
now I stiffen in sad sorrow.
In my dreams, I sojourn and soar
I soar to a safe, celestial place
caught up into a firmament of grace
saved by a kind Hand of mercy
where I can fly free again, forever.
Written on 5/21/2018
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