Butterfly

butterfly

 

So free and gentle.
It’s no wonder my mental picture of escape is through this creature.
Sometimes I just want to glide in the wind.
Free from the rut that I’m in.
Free from the hurt and the pain.
Free from the life I’ve obtained.
Gallantly floating in burst of air.
Just looking and wishing my life was there.
Riding along the back of a butterfly so I won’t have to deal with the pains of this life.
I’ve always wondered why these creatures caught my eye.
Breathing freedom I flutter beautifully across the pain into an unreachable destination in the sky.

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