Me: The Butterfly

I digested the problems.
Swallowed the tears.
Grinded personal feelings.
Fed in ways to make it work.
I took in what I could,
To the limit.

Then.
I hardened myself
So you wouldn't see
My struggle
To change.
I let you see what you wanted
But I couldn't cover
Everything.

Soon you saw something
You saw me
But not what was in me.

You kept trying to see
To understand why
Little by little
I started to shed
What you knew.

Soon there was an opening.
The moment of truth.
The moment that took your breath away.
And the moment,
When I first took mine.






Poetry by Nightingale21
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Written on 2008-06-01 at 05:08

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Thomas Perdue The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautiful metephors!
I find it somewhat mysterious, wonderful effect.
2008-11-20