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Michelle Hanks Poem
From the day she emerged
from her cocoon and spread
her brightly colored wings,
her life was destined for heartache.
She went through every kind
of pain imaginable, abuse from
the harsh winds, loosing friends
and family members to those damn
windshields in this thing called life.
She had her heart broken so many times
that she now expected it at every turn.
The only constant in her life was her
little baby boy caterpillar that
would one day grow to a beautiful
butterfly ready to spread his own wings.
Flying around one day, this beautiful
butterfly ran into a whirlwind called love
and fell head over heals very quickly
to a very handsome, very caring male butterfly.
She did not trust him at first because
of all the heartache she had encountered
in her life before but he showed her what
trust was and before long she trusted
this male with every ounce of her small being.
Before long she was so lost in the
wild winds that she was having trouble
keeping herself a float, her wings beating
hard to keep from falling into the dark
dismal abyss.
One day as she was feeling more loved
than she ever had, she passed by a couple
other butterflys and overheard their conversation
where her name was mentioned.
She paused just long enough to hear
that her true love had told one of them
that they were just friends and he really
didn't know her that well.
Needless to say this beautiful butterfly
felt like she had hit the windshield of
a big mac truck. She was crushed.
She knew better than to trust, but he
made it so damn easy, she couldn't help herself.
From that day forward, she never trusted
again and the day came when in that
whirlwind of life, before she could even
think, that Mac truck was there in front of her
and she slammed into the huge windshield.
Now that beautiful brightly colored
butterfly, lays on the cold, cold ground,
her wings broken and bruised like her heart.
Copyright © Michelle Hanks | Year Posted 2008
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Michelle Hanks Poem
The silence is deafening
as it screams throughout my head.
Making me beg forgiveness
for all the things I have said.
I have been a total bitch
and treated you unfair.
Wanting desperately to talk to you
but feeling such despair.
I've apologized so many times
now my words don't mean a thing.
Though there is still a tiny bit
of hope that I must surely cling.
You told me you don't hold grudges
I hope that is still true.
Because I value your friendship
and miss the talking we would do.
I hope you can forgive me
this time I am sincere.
And I really care
I want to make that clear.
Until my plea is answered
your silence will scream.
My heart will never mend
at least for now it seems.
Copyright © Michelle Hanks | Year Posted 2008
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