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"My Pain is a Butterfly"
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In the world of my heart, it flutters free, with no resistance.
A creature of grand design, both fierce and gentle,
Wings painted with shadows, blood, and tears, and hues of deep blue—
My pain is a butterfly, winding through the city I call home.
The pain flutters and dances on the breeze, continuously into the distance.
With every up and down motion, it carries a piece of my cry,
A reminder of storms and tragedies that have shaped my personality and soul.
No one ever understood me and the pain I endure and carry with me.
Yet in its soft presence, I find a way to be whole.
It lands on the weeds and flowers alike, of memories past,
Each moment a story, each stark memory and blood dropped on the basement floor of my mind,
Casting a shadow even in pitch-black night,
Without even a streetlight to cast its glow from the street—it's just so black.
In the sunlight, it glimmers, a shimmer of grace,
Transforming my sorrow into a beautiful face,
A fake smile and the biggest laugh.
Oh, how it has grown from a cocoon of mirrored despair;
I only grow more impatient, wanting death to come soon.
Emerging with colors that streak the air,
It teaches me lessons in silence and flight,
That pain can be beauty, that darkness brings light,
That no one on Earth truly loves me.
So I watch as it dances, my garden, my world, my home, and my stage of survival.
A symbol of healing, it seems to rise from the fall,
For though it may sting, I bleed to this very day,
Like a thorn I can't remove.
My pain is a butterfly, taking wing in the light,
But covered in darkness.
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