Butterflies
By Hemennah Parkers
I n that hour she stumbled upon what her demons made
her believe was fate but by time she realized, it would be to late
Oh why couldn’t it have been angels knocking on her door,
rather than the devils she’s danced with before.Each passing day
she couldn’t take much more.
Trembling in her words, how could she explain an existence
she had yet to retain?In this little world of resilience how could
she refrain?.Made as a puppet in the likeness of god, now
manipulated by the strings binding her to this reality so
flawed.”Go away! Let me be free, please stop controlling
me…”Racing in circles like a butterfly with no destination, she
jumped with no hesitation.
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