Broken Butterfly Seagulls soared the open sky As I set off to master foreign lands The mass of local faces blurred into one last photograph awaiting in an album too soon to open Breathing in the sweet sea air As if each breath may be my last A toxicating blend of salt water and tears encompasses my mind completely Almost inebriating me from these new found liberties From waving hands and commending words I departed from the shores of my youth Shamefully observing the lone woman at the edge of the flock Stationed there like an intricately carved statue, her haunting glance a reminder of bitter memories and transformations irreversible by time Cloaked in diaphanous white garments Forcing her emerald eyes to meet my glance Dark shadows cocoon her delicate face Trapping her inside the hollow cavity Banded by infinite rings of a strength I cannot begin to comprehend Thoughts reversed to a foolish time And like the treasures caught upon our decrepit nets She lives within his sturdy glass prison Her frenzied wings subside with season, and disheartened She falls to a permanent foundation with eyes clenched tightly And she stands, anchored to conventional grounds Barely blinking as unruly weeds crawl across her pale thighs Her facade faded and cracked years before her rightful time She stares numbly as I spread my ardent wings Never looking down
Reason for writing:
This is about my friend who despite her young age (19) has
put her entire life into the hands of her boyfriend when he
asked her to marry him. She gave up all of her dreams. This
is about how I left to accomplish all my goals while she
stayed at home, alone, manipulated and tragically possessed.
Birth sign: Not entered
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