Harsh Butterflies

When I place my thumbs together
Side by side
My hands become like butterflies and
I laugh just like a child.

When real butterflies become broken winged
The child inside of me dies
I must walk away and hide
Every part of myself that matters.
Life shatters us towards such harshness
That's what I think when I look at my thumbs.

Can you see me waving?
How do we become so numb?








Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-12-16 at 04:22

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ThumbsuP!! I loved this much...bringing youthful thoughts,how I used to love to play butterfly,and how I used too,with my two boys!! always keep your thumbs up!! hugs to you and have a Merry Christmas you and family

cyndi
2009-12-17


Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Hi Jenks....keep your thumbs together side by side...
Laughing like a child is how I will enjoy thinking of you

Love the poem

xxx Stan
2009-12-17


NicholasG
If we didn't become numb, our wings would always be broken. Some of us have gossamer hearts.
2009-12-16