butterflies
I have butterflies in my chest
I thought I could put them to rest
stop their flittering, fluttering panic.
a day ago
a week ago
a month ago
a year ago
forever ago
they were ugly wormy things
eating up my delicate heart in rings
crawling around in the empty room
the cavity which surrounds
all beautiful things.
something happened
something changed
a tilt of the head
a smile
a giggle
a simple turn
and they changed to winged things
symbols of loveliness
those grubby scars
morphed within that one embrace
and in that second
those fluttery feelings
my heart began to trace.
butterflies in my heart
a gentle rain in my head
falling on the crumbly leaves
in a place I once thought dead
what once was barren and stark
now colourfully flashes
despite, nigh defiant,
of the dark.
I have butterflies in my chest
I thought I could put them to rest
hide them away
pretend they were not mine
dark and disturbed creatures
flittering in the back of my mind
but now I see
the real enemy,
now I see
I never could
for they constitute
the very core
of the being
that is
me.