Broken Butterfly

Its difficult to adjust to changes,
 
changes never gave us time.
 
and life never gave us patience,
 
I know that you dont believe,
 
but your broken soul will heal,
 
amongst the ray of sun,
 
along the cocktail of sunflower yellow,
 
it will lift you out,
 
and my dear broken butterfly,
 
after learning to die, you’ll fly,
 
the doors of opportunity will arise.
 
Changes never thought about our feelings,
 
Selfish attitudes didn’t always
spit
out
forgiveness,
but I will give you this,
 
my words on script,
 
a moon filled canvas,
 
as you dance in your black dress,
 
the air pushes you forward,
 
and out of the muck,
 
Your spirit free,
 
Broken Butterfly,
 
Off you go with your stitched up wing,
into the sky.

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