Unscrambling Confusion Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

A resemblance of a butterfly descended
with wounded wings into a barren field
becoming firmly embedded in despair…
A cold place where hope is concealed

The sky above with clouds drifting freely
blanketed a world where limitation is intended
A place where uncertainty effectively controls…
a world of tragedy where caring is pretended

A solitary young man stumbling and unaware
stops to rest with folded stationary
dreams... like unopened pages of an unread book
slowly fading into a world of the imaginary

Brittle wings become unraveled and yielding…
contouring and conforming to loneliness
Fragile wings lay upon a soft velvet bed
letting go of abandonment and uselessness

Returning to the land of recognizable faces
listening to old songs with familiar lyrics
Restoring faith with modified expectations…
Rejoining a world of reality has no quick fix

The wounds of mental chaos petrify
and weaken the potential of a spirit inside
It takes a butterfly metamorphosis to survive
and clarify confusion while redefining pride

9/6/2010