Broken Butterfly Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Like a broken butterfly, I flutter sideways,
trying to lift myself up.

Exhausting me time after time, yet I continue
trying to get aloft.

Softened heart in lights of evening, shining
down upon me as I rest and charge my inner
batteries.

Attempting to rejuvenate this fallen being of
a broken butterfly.

Giving it everything I have just doesn't seem
to be enough, something always happens to set
me back.

Wanting to reach out and have someone reach
back, encouraging, pushing me more towards
centering myself to get better.