Fly Butterfly

Hidden in her solitude
Under the ease of emotional doubt
Regret chokes within
Darkened by tumultuous pain
Removed from the glistening sun
Slowly her hovel cracks
Poking through the encasement
There is fire for the new
Born tenderness kissing her
Gossamer wings of freedom
Specks of blue tears drops
Slashes of purple bruises
Scratches of maroon welts
A kaleidoscope on her pinion
Soaring into unapologetic adventure
For her luminous soul
knew she won the war
Of her death by isolation

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