Where Broken Wings Rest Poem by New Girl Dark NewGirlDark

In the stillness of my hand,
a wounded butterfly chose to stay.

It didn't fly,
it didn't flee,
it simply breathed softly,
as if the world no longer weighed so much.

Its broken wings were not defeat,
they were a story…
of wind, of struggle,
of a sky it could no longer reach.

I kept it in gentle shadows,
with sweetness and silence,
like someone holding a final breath
without trying to keep it.

Because some lives can't be saved,
but they can be accompanied.

And in that small moment,
between the fragile and the eternal,
it rested…
and I learned to let go. 🦋🖤

@NewGirlDark