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Nov 2022
I've been thinking a lot about butterflies
How they are a symbol of strength and growth
I used to want to be one, a butterfly,
pretty and free,
the whole world's admiration on me.

I think butterflies may be God's cruelest joke
So beautiful and dainty, yet so fragile
The smallest injury could spell fatal
Why give us this gift we cannot touch?

You may think of me as an injured butterfly
Once special, but too broken and weak to be worth saving.
Did you know, in rare instances, butterflies will consume human blood and sweat?
And that like a butterfly, I too will drink your blood if that's what it takes to survive
because I may be broken but I am not weak
I will heal
I will fly again

So, yes, I can see how butterflies can be strong,
Stronger than you can believe
and if that's the case,
then a butterfly I may be.
This is for spoken word
Written by
Abigail
94
   Ken Pepiton
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