Standing at the edge
I see fluttering butterflies
I just stare and regret
Of not letting it go at earliest
It didn't welcome me
Yet I didn't bulge I just stood there
Allowing it to trap me
Just like a butterfly, In a sticky web
And at the end ,When I did force out
It feels so light
Heart doesn't skip A beat anymore
Laughter doesn't Hesitate anymore
A voice that doesn't quiver anymore
Alas!
I'm not bounded anymore
YOU ARE READING
A Part Of Me
PoesieThe journey of trying to fit into other's perfect frame to adoring and fighting for who you are for real. . .. ... .... #2 - July 6th 2019 (Remedies)
