Butterflies Are Fragile - Poem by Ivy Christou
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
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