Elannia Lake


My Butterfly - Poem by Elannia Lake

A butterfly sits on my wrist
It reminds me much of the past
All the things that I’ve pushed through
And am trying to get past
My scars represent
So many things
Hurt and deceit
And broken-hearted pain
Then I drew my butterfly
And named it after you
The person who started with me
And helped me get through
We’ve been through so much
Cried together, laughed together
Held each other close
When I look down at my marked up wrist
I smile…because it reminds me of you


Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem is dedicated to one of my best friends who started the butterfly project with me, and helped me through so much

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 2, 2013


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