The Wounded Butterfly

Hello

Tis I

The wounded butterfly

I tried to change myself

But someone would not have it

They hit me hard

and bruised me good

and slowed my metamorphosis

Joe the crow would like to know

If ring pops are enough

And I cannot say for sure

But as the wounded butterfly would fly

I can state

The ring pop is enough

I ate soap today said I

The wounded Butterfly

It didn’t taste nice at all

But smelled like flowers so I had to try

It’s not that I could never tell a lie

But you just don’t believe me

I told Joe the Crow

With great sad eyes

I the wounded butterfly could indeed

tell a lie

If Joe the Crow is real

And wounded Butterfly is I

Then what will that mean when I look to the sky

To beg for forgiveness

for a crime that was not mine

A bird in I is I

Said the Wounded Butterfly

And hung her head with downcast eyes

A cat would need to be found

Joe the Crow Suggested this with eyes like gleaming stones

Unless of course the bird in I

Is I

Is that

Of one

Of love

I eat books to get high

Which means that all time

I am much to high

Much too high
confessed the wounded butterfly

Sitting at the bottom of the stairs

That she had indeed just fallen down

Not because she was much too high

But because she forgot

That this world was real

Time to retreat to a blanket cocoon

Decided I the Wounded Butterfly

But a bewildered Joe the Crow tried to find what was wrong

It was just that I the sounded Butterfly was too loud

And I must hide to silence myself

both inside and out

But bewildered Joe did his best to pry

I from the cocoon of wool

That I wrapped tight around me

So my wings did not show

Joe the Crow said that would not fly

But I, the wounded butterfly

Was ready to fight

Poor Joe the Crow

I had the urge to lick the ice off window

Said I the wounded butterfly

My blood ain’t right and I’ll try to fix it with snow

But I know

That the ice off the window

Won’t make it right

There’s colour missing from my wings noted the wounded butterfly

Its smeared across the wall

It only happens when I trip

When I stumble

When I fall

I know I’m hurt said I

The Wounded butterfly

My wings were bent when I came out

And time has made them strong

But stronger winds like to bend them back

And pain comes hand in hand

With anxiety that my effort

To fix my broken wings

was for none

My mind is clear as the sky said I the wounded butterfly

Bathed in ice and broke free of clutter best left in the top, left drawer

And shining crystals fill my eyes and faint blue veins prove life

I will not eat the amethyst

Though I need to feel the ground

And Joe the Crow

Only knows

To feed the Butterfly rocks

But Joe the Crow

Has felt the cold

And made his great wings slow

And I the Wounded Butterfly

Cannot bring him warmth

For it was I

Who refused to eat the rocks

That froze him

But Joe the Crow

Was bound to freeze

Regardless if the actions

Of one

Loner/ lonesome/ lonely

Wounded Butterfly

Hello

Tis I

The wounded, wounded

Butterfly

The grass is green

The sky is high

And I can touch the sun

My brain is free

My eyes are bright

And my wings shine anew

And through the wings of the wounded butterfly

You can see

That my soul is green

I could spend the whole day crying

I only wish I new why

Pondered I

The wounded butterfly

The sun is bright

The sky is grey

Joe the Crow has flown away

Maybe not gone

Just up real high

Exploring around a much too bright sky

I’m stuck on the ground

And can’t find my wings

And daylight hurts my eyes

I want to explore

And taste the wind too

To grow as much as flowers do

But I

The wounded butterfly

Is pinned behind glass

To be observed

Preserved

Exactly were I was

Trapped brings panic

My brain feels like glue

And as the wounded butterfly

I have not a clue

What to do

Or where to go

Or where to be

Because, you see

Today I am not the me

That I want to be

So I must journey

To be the I that I was

Four months ago, along with yesterday

and Hopefully tomorrow

But I

The wounded butterfly

Just want to sleep

Silence

I hear

And thin space is all that is between

Joe The Crow

And I

The wounded Butterfly

Days are long

But not all bad

And my wings

Feel less sad

And glad is I

And the Crow

For the ebbing

Of the snow

Life has stood still for I

The wounded Butterfly

But not just I

The world itself has stopped

Rich and poor stand side by side

But six feet apart

And Joe the Crow

Is in my head

As I feel each and every day

And I

The wounded butterfly

Can fly

But not far

According to the laws set in place

Because the world has stopped
and all the people in it

Have reached a point of dire equality

For better or for worse

Change is on its way

I am drowning in milk said I

The wounded butterfly

Its cold and I can’t breath

My skin, it hurts

My wings are damp

and the sun is so far away

All my eyes see is white

With no end in sight

The sun is hot upon my flesh

They haven’t met for days

But now I’m here

And they meet again

I hope and pray I stay

But the world moves too fast

For anything to stay the same

And I the wounded butterfly

Must be on my way

But on that note

When life grows dark

The world is still turning

And though the day feel slowed right down

I promise they are the same

And if this day is too fast

Then the bad ones won’t remain

Hullo

Tis I

The wounded butterfly

I must admit I wish that I could cry

Or sleep for days and weeks on end

Until the earth turns again

For my bones are cold

And heartstrings weak

Like those of an old piano

But even admits the odd aches and pains

Joy still shines through

In an old song

Memories of other days

Blue skies, sunlight and birds

Fuck the wind, earth and sky

Screamed I

The Wounded Butterfly

They care for my not

Nor respected me like so

My kindness gets thrown away

But kindness ain’t weak

Though it may seem that way

It’s all I know how to be

My words are my own

And though small I stand tall
and demand to be one with the rest

My hands can make fists

Though they’d rather hold pens

And live peaceful among all the rest

But peace seems not to be an option to most

And my heart breaks every time

Fragile wings, paper soul

Made for a time of their own

Good Afternoon said I

The wounded Butterfly

It’s about time that I tried something new

My mind is mush

Like potatoes are best

But somehow I feel renewed

So worry I will not

And tomorrow too

I will continue on

Some things will never change

For I the wounded butterfly

My feet belong upon the ground

My hands were made to write

My mind belongs above the clouds

My eyes forever blind

My heart is there to guide me

My gut to tell the truth

And in the end

I cannot forget

My soul that values youth

For I the wounded butterfly

Love to create

Riverbeds will take me

Away from home and into worlds anew

How I wish that I could cry

Screamed I the wounded butterfly

My tears have all but dried

And it feels like I may never again cry

Not for beauty nor pain

Or sadness

Though my heart feels ever so sad

And my stomach resides in knots

I know that if I could cry, the world would be lighter

But alas, I cannot find the will

To set my tears free

So I

The wounded butterfly

Will remain still with dry eyes

Until the rain blesses my cheeks once more

I sigh as the wounded butterfly

For I

After many days of not

Have wondered what it would be like to die

To fall away from the earth

And land below in the water

Though fleeting, fright fills my bones

Joe the Crow would be unwell

Unhappy

Just sad

So wonders they will remain

Until I

The wounded butterfly grow stronger once again

And crush the wonder with dreams life

Until they are no more than the dust that coats the tops of my old school books

The time for change has come
for I the wounded butterfly

Tired of symbols

And vague words on pages

It is up to to fly

Upwards and away from the grounds of yesterday

To paint my wings anew in the colours of the next cycle

Life is born again

Good day

Beamed I

The wounded butterfly

The music that I tasted is so much brighter

The wind is warm beneath my wings

Only to take me higher

Than I ever have been before

Beside Joe the Crow

With Wings shiny like coal

I’ll dance at midnight around fires

when the air is crisp and cool

and stars shine their brightest

Hullo

Still I

The wounded butterfly

And I

Must confess

There is no love for I

Mirrors are foe

And people cruel

And my mind even worse

And as it goes

I hate my clothes

and the skin they like to cover

But somedays my mind is as bright as the sky

And beauty is far from important

Though when it clouds over

And rain stars to fall

Negativity flies rampant

Joe the Crow’s feathers shine bright as can be

His song is clear

His eyes are warm

Why can’t that be me?

But still I know if that was me my sadness would remain

I simply lack something in my brain

So instead I must accept

The words of Joe the Crow

and Hold my head up high

And l till I put my head on straight

Let him tell me what I know

Alas said I, the wounded butterfly

It seems the colour on my wings has turned into dye

It leaves a trail behind me

Of colours bright and bold

But stains every surface

That I happen to graze

And to some this holds beauty

And others just don’t care
but many would rather it just not be there

The colour is a nuisance

The dye hard to remove

A trail of my own destruction

Following me around

Me and my rocks

Have gone for a walk

Because nightmares still haunt me

My morning felt black

Under warm golden sun

And focus just would not come to me

I feel small like the caterpillar I once was

And only like I know as much as one

I may have wings

But still need to learn how to fly

How to use them like all of the others

My mind holds fear

And my wings apprehension

And I need to jump all the way in

Needless to say I’m more scared than I am glad

And that is hindering this

Hello

Tis I

The wounded Butterfly

And even though there are clouds in the sky

My heart no longer cries

My soul have found light and life

My eyes can see the day

The colours that belong to me are mine and here to stay

I will no longer hide in shame or shy away in fear

I am of worth

I’ll stand my ground

I belong here, my dear

Hello

Tis I

The wounded Butterfly

Who must confess to growing rather close

To that of Joe the Crow

His words hold truth

His mind is wise

And my soul feel is happy when near him

He nests with rocks

And floors without dirt

And sheets that smell of dark coffee

If home is a thing

and less of a place

Then I guess that I am home

Out of my chrysalis

And into the world

Where I belong becomes know

To me though music

And late night words

Exchanged under the stars

Things with wings are meant to be

Just like pepper and salt

And I the wounded butterfly

Have become found instead of lost

Hullo

Tis I

The wounded butterfly

I finally have grounded myself

So I can learn to cry

And now I can, day and night

and while my eyes still do burn

Tears clear my mind and leave me

With much I have to learn

My soul is cold

My bones are dry

My brain sits outside my body

My heart is in a cage of hate

It only knows to love

Each and every soul before me

I know how to love

But the one inside

That sits and waits

Is covered in a layer of ice

My brain is just not that nice

To me

The wounded butterfly

Who only wished for love

Good thing I love you

says joe the crow

circling above

And though he cannot warm my soul

He tries nonetheless

And as days pass by

The cage around my heart

Melts away

And as for the rest

We rebuild one by one

Knowing to be true

That love no matter how small

Is a gift

From me to you

Or anyone who needs it

And anyone to receive

May joe the crow circle close beside

And warm his wings with mine

I only wish to bring good things

And maybe that should start with me

So hear my blessing

Hold my hand

Can love set me free?

Or is that just some cliché

Written in a book

Fluff they say

Hopeless fodder

Not worth a second look

But despite that

In a world cold and jaded

I rise above

And learn to love

What so many have hated

Myself is me

And kind and smart

I know where my heart lies

Wrapped in black crows feathers

And split between those

Whom have cared for me

When I was feeling low

Lower than the very ground that feet do trod upon

But in the end

I have me

With wings that take me high

And by my side

There’a Joe the crow with wings to take me higher

He know how to go south and west

And I know north and east

Together we can go wherever

With hope and with ease

Paths aren’t clear

Or written in stone

But water never lies

And rivers lead me to joe the crow

And together we shall fly.

Hello

Tis I

The wounded Butterfly

And though I know

That I am one

Made of flesh and bone

My heart still has wings to fly

I am Something that a soul

Can call its own home

And with shaky hands I stand

A human all my own

Who finally can say

This earth is their home

A place of joy and love

and fear and pride and tears

Souls finds mates

And I have mine

And for that I thank the sky

This chapter closes

How grateful am I

For all that I have learned

For all that I have gained

For those who fly beside me

For those who wait on the ground

For those who my soul

I have allowed to surround

I have not much to ask for

Just that love stays true

And as you were here for me

I am here for you

Not to drag this out to long

For I dislike goodbye

I the Wounded Butterfly

Must take my leave and fly