Broken Butterfly
Please.
Remember I am vulnerable.
That I break
And shatter.
That you hold me on thin wires
Above empty black.
Please.
Don’t leave me here alone.
Silence and empty arms long gone
Scare me.
I need someone to hold my hand
Here.
Please.
Hold me.
I feel so lost and alone.
I need a mother.
Some one to care
And hold me in the dark.
Please.
Forget who I was.
With each new dawn
I change.
Like a little broken butterfly,
Flying in the wind.
Comments
oh my, so so beautiful and tender… that longing and needing for comfort, unconditional love and nuture… but, you sound as if you are finding the inner strength to take each step, but no matter how strong we are, we all need to be seen for who we are, not who we were, but who we have become which is for ever changing… xxx
I am finding that strength, slowly, but finding it none the less :)
thank you so much for your kind words and understanding xx
– Emraldae
Great write. Makes you think.
Thank you very much.
– Emraldae
beautiful writing
Thank you.
– Emraldae
Wow!
A very relatable piece.
I feel your pain from line one.
Amazing.
I love it, but not the pain,
But like you said, writing lets go of some of the emotion.
Amazing.
Instant favorite!
love and hugs
haha thank you.
Yeah…. writing is amazing for letting go of emotions.
– Emraldae
A beautiful, tender, rhythmic write…… as for the q’s asked in the poem? Remember even the butterfly had to go through several phases before crystalising…… very good
Thanks Galaticos.
Your comments never fail to make me smile with their honesty and perspective.
I agree, butterflies must grow as everyone must, its just a matter of being able to accept that change… but change can be scary.
– Emraldae
Such a wonderful write… really beautifully expressive. Feeling this xo
Oh Mia, thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Its nice to hear you understand xx
– Emraldae
Your prose doesn’t match the poem. A broken butterfly can’t fly and therefore can’t change. I’m hoping you’re actually more resilient and more independent than the poem suggests. It’s a strong start and a good poem and it will be better with strong allegories. Don’t settle. You’ll find yourself re-editing as you go along.
Thank you for your opinion on my writing.
The broken butterfly is implying broken mentally. A butterfly can be broken in other ways that don’t effect it’s wings.
Writing is how I make myself stronger and more resilient than the poem suggests. Poetry is how I express these emotions. Perhaps if you take the time to read my work again, you should read the side bar :)
I’m sure one day I will take the time to re-edit this, and thank you for your suggestions, I will keep them in mind.
– Emraldae
I did read your side bar and that’s what formed my opinion. I also understood that you were speaking of your mental state and not your physical state. The allegory still doesn’t match your sidebar. It’s still a strong start.
Thanks Catherine, I’ll keep that in mind :)
– Emraldae
i love this.. i know exactly how you feel. :)
Thank you darling :)
– Emraldae
a wonderful write… use whatever crayons you want darling, butterflies can be whatever they are… don’t settle, exactly… don’t become ‘just another writer’ that is predictable … express it your way, let the readers come to you and think about what you write. however you write it. that is your strength yes. a broken poem doesn’t get read… but broken butterflies do, sweet dear :))
Awww Izzy, thank you. I most defiantly will use whatever crayons I wish and I will use them to create huge walls of colour :)
I think your comment just made my whole day. and I am most certainly going to keep writing in my own style… If that makes me just another writer, thats ok. But no one else is me, so I think I’ll be able to not fall under that title.
xx
– Emraldae