Social Butterfly

Growing up I’ve always been called a social butterfly

I’d soar around group after group

Spreading glows of laughter

Catching my breath through every bell aching laugh

But today

Like yesterday

And the day before that

My wings are wet

The water a deep stained blue on my once powder pink wings

The water left after the hands of a boy who didn’t understand the word “no”

“No” being so small didn’t have the power against his “come on”

A plea

A beg

Shoves

It did nothing

Month after month

I began the battle of trying to fly with drenched wings

My wings now a blue so deep it might as well been midnight

A streak of a bleak starless sky in broad daylight

No one saw

No one wanted to

I finally cried out

I was drowning in him

Finally I was scooped out

My wings are still wet

But I am not drowning

My wings are still wet

But not for long

I will never be powder pink again

But a midnight streak full of stars in broad daylight