A flap of wings, the days go by,
Morning turns to night and time continues to fly.
A butterfly touches the edge of the flower,
I find myself lost in the beauty for over an hour.
Nothing could break my concentration, nothing to take me away from the beauty I see before me.
Sun gone, moment passes, I know I'm still alone, and I contemplate whether or not to leave.
But the beauty before me, the slow flap of wings, keeps drawing me back in.
But like the rest of the wonderful things in life the butterfly flaps its wings and flies away.
Oh how I wish she would've stayed.
Maybe one day I'll find a beauty that will, but until then I shall stay here and crumble still.
Crumble under the weight of the world.
Crumble under the weight of my thoughts.
Crumble thinking about today, tomorrow, yesterday.
Thinking about the things I've done and the things I couldn't.
Thinking about the ways I should've been better.
Thinking about the days that I wish lasted longer.
Thinking all the while that if I could just be that butterfly, without a care in the world, brightening the day and putting a smile on someone else's face,
Maybe that's the way I shall be.
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PoetryThis is a book of poetry meant to provoke your thoughts, your feelings, and bring to a place that we have all been. A place of defeat, a place of hardship, struggle, a place that makes you feel like no matter how hard you try you can't recover. Then...
