Word of the Day Challenge #77-Untitled Poem

I am that person

the one everyone comes to

for help

with life

love

homework

but no one comes for me..

Wrapped in sadness

a cocoon

I wish I could emerge from

like a butterfly

spreading its wings

taking flight

soaring against brilliant  blues

pristine whites

nary a thought

a concern

would I have.

Swooping here and there

giddy with delight

away from my reality

flit

rose to rose

daisy to daisy

pure joy

delight

spiralling

dizzy

only to fall back to earth.

My mask slips

tear travels down the curve of my cheek

I can no longer be uplifting

I can no longer define myself

I am but a butterfly

captured

pinned to the board

pretty to look at

devoid of all pain.

©Dec. 3/19

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