Butterfly - Poem by Misty Lackey
Butterfly sound of body and mind
marked wings informal winter sleep.
Spring is no longer dead she shouts
with anger crashing colors of refrain.
Stained by the rain shameful innocent
love born to thunder's crashing flame.
Social agony to be unloved through
the wind cold weather anger's got a
hold of stain brushed with colors
Brackets from the sun laughed
for disease wanting to be free from
this world desired for one a cloud
captivating dreams to fly shadowing
near a moon her butterfly in a jar
lighting a heart 's desire to live as
free as color's diffusing light.
Cross ribs hinged wings broken
near a clapper of fog.
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