Butterfly

Struggling out of the

Cocoon; self made protection.

Still damp with tears,

Gliding in the wrong direction.

The harsh winds of winter,

The burden of this heat.

A short lifespan indeed,

But our adventure is complete.

Flying with tattered wings.

Barely getting by.

Beautiful but lost soul;

A human butterfly.  N.H

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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