I AM Today I cried for a dog,
who laid at the coffin of his master
and would not leave until it was time.
His pain displayed for all to see.
Big, salty tears poured from my eyes,
down past my heart where the sadness lies
as deeply as the soldier’s brown and polished
coffin will lay
in the ground. Today I cried for the butterfly
struggling to emerge from it’s cocoon.
One wing crumpled and misshapened.
The perfect transformation interuppted.
It will die, I think.
Destiny will not allow a maiden flight
nor to gather sweet nectar from a flower. Today I cried
for the "me" who was destined to become
someone… instead of the one I am now.
One of the millions of
soft sad hearts whose pain is bravely carried and hidden
so that, none can see. I am the dog who mourns
I am the crumpled winged butterfly,
longing to fly.
I am all the lost and stolen childhoods.
So, today I cried.
*feeling the pain right now* …sniff, sniff.
— 26/08/2011 3:32:08 AM: post edited by missingme.