I remember
The way I was taught symmetry
Butterflies.
The pattern of their wings,
I was told,
Is a perfect example
Of consistency
Each wing
Will always match the other
I once saw a butterfly
With a missing wing
Unable to do
What butterflies are supposed to do
Fly.
In other words
Useless
My wings
Are not always even
Does that mean
That I too,
Am useless
Or am I still
Worth existing?
Not everything good in life
Is balanced
Or congruent
We are not geometry
We are living
The most perfect things
Are the ones
That don't match up
Perfectly.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
I remember
The way I was taught symmetry
Butterflies.
The pattern of their wings,
I was told,
Is a perfect example
Of consistency
Each wing
Will always match the other
I once saw a butterfly
With a missing wing
Unable to do
What butterflies are supposed to do
Fly.
In other words
Useless
My wings
Are not always even
Does that mean
That I too,
Am useless
Or am I still
Worth existing?
Not everything good in life
Is balanced
Or congruent
We are not geometry
We are living
The most perfect things
Are the ones
That don't match up
Perfectly.
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