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