I Flew Poem by Seapink Poetry

I was always a moth
Though an interesting one.
But not in her eyes.
Not in her eyes.
In her eyes, I was a butterfly,
A sight to behold, even on my grey days.
She blew the dust from my gossamer wings,
Fed me plum sugar and beautiful things.
Sponged dew onto my lips
When I had lost the will to drink
And when he crushed me, again and again,
She quietly repaired my wings.
The scars are there still, but that's ok.

Oh, if you knew how violence tasted.
How it poisons the breeze.
How it freezes our flight.
How we disorientate
Losing years of our lives.
How we hide in the day
And seek neon at night.
How we scan for the danger in the nets of time.

Oh, if you knew what it took to trust again.
What it meant to face the day, straight,
With the footprint of hate
Still fresh on your face.
If you knew,
And how could you?
If you knew, you'd stand with her
You'd be so proud
Because I flew.

I took a risk.
I took a breath. I took a step and then
I flew.

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