The Smallest Butterfly
She makes herself small to hide
from what has become her life,
a butterfly among the sons of Anak.
Everything is so much bigger than she,
and the fears that burn within
become a wildfire spreading outward
and seek to ignite her
withering effete wings
and leave her flightless,
hiding among the smoke and ash
where she lies holding her breath.
On braver days she rises up,
only to discover
the more she explores
the smaller she gets,
until she finds herself curled up,
beneath the nearest friendly tree.
I saw her sleeping in the rain
with a raft near at hand,
because she knows one day it will
She waits for it to wash her away.
She stuggles daily to endure
the countless insidious doubts
that grab and pull at her quicksand life.
The drudgery has stolen her passion
and left her praying for strength to
Her stridulous scream
finds no ear to jar.
She uses companionship like cigarettes
to fill the malignant moments,
each one leaving her more addicted,
and more powerless than the last.
The harshest years have proven impossible
for her to reconcile.
I once heard her say an abhorrent past
sets in place an unhopeful future.
In time maybe she will decide her tomorrows
are best decided by what she wants,
not what she has already seen.
My greatest fear is of her finding
she might more easily stop the rain
There is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar.
[This message has been edited by Jamie (01-01-2002 01:40 PM).]