All I need right now is to be left alone,
Forgotten by the rest of the world,
Forgiven by my soul,
which I have disappointed once again.
Can I now shrink in a corner
like I did when I was a child?
Can I now run in my mother’s arms
so she can give me comfort with her love?
Can I now have my wings back?
Because I feel like an angel dismissed from heaven.
And if I can’t be compared with one
can I be considered as a butterfly?
Because when butterflies
get too close to the bright light
they burn...
Seven years after, can you write again and become a friend? From Athens, early winter morning in February.
truly wonderful, all of your poems, especially enchanted I felt reading this message of a beautiful butterfly here...
Very beautiful, poignant write. Butterflies may be fragile, but they have their day..As you do, Ivy. Warm regards, Sandra
Wonderful way of describing how it hurts to fall from grace with anyone. I think we are too hard on ourselves when we feel 'burnt'. Lovely poem.
'like an angel dismissed from heaven' thats my favorite part. you're good at describing emotions. ;)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this poem is ok but needs some work, you should break up the poem better, and revise it a bit, you'll get more meaning in your questions