Mourning Skies

Clipped Wings

A butterfly

Awaiting her life

Hearing the stories

Of sadness and strife

And suddenly she thought

That life wasn't so great

So she built up her walls

By the time she was eight

In grade five she wrote

A poem so sad

That the teacher wrote home

That she was terribly bad

But seeing the poem

They scream and scold

That was the last time

She felt anything but cold

She drew rainbows and smiles

But once she got home

Her true colors flowed

When she was alone

Glorious masterpieces

Of darkness and hate

Lined her walls

Describing her fate

So they found out yet again

And this time took her things

Her drawings and writings

They had clipped her wings

So today in grade ten

She grew her wings back

Cut a smile from ear to ear

As her world faded to black