I feel like a butterfly . . .
trapped in a mayonnaise jar . . .
four to six holes in the lid . . .
~0~
rays of sun sweating . . .
down clear plastic walls . . .
that use to be glass . . .
my favorite color . . .
a purple zinnia . . .
sipping its dying nectar . . .
~0~
didn’t know I was a prisoner . . .
trapped and on display . . .
fluttering my colorful wings . . .
~0~
stress going nowhere . . .
I want to be free . . .
I want to fly . . .
~0~
how did I get sucked . . .
into a vacuum of fear . . .
chained in a glass jail . . .
~0~
screw off the lid . . .
release me . . .
from this loneliness . . .
~0~
I want to spread my wings . . .
and soar . . .
like butterflies do . . .
~0~
from flower to bush . . .
and bush to flower . . .
in the rays of the sun . . .
on the winds of a gentle breeze . . .
©Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria
1/30/16
Stop by tomorrow and read Another Year and celebrate me achieving another birthday.
One more thing!!! I started new blog Hidden Temptation please follow as I share my writing and upcoming publishing process. As of now I will only be posting there once a week on Tuesdays.
This reminded me of “The Moth”.
https://bennaga.wordpress.com/2012/02/14/the-moth/
I commented on the Moth.
Sending you a birthday e-mail…
Thank you my love.
That poem is just brilliant, Kim. In fact, one of my favourites. So visual and intense. I’ve had times in my life when I’ve felt like that butterfly.
Sorry you have felt that way. Sadly I think we all have on occasion. Thanks I’m glad you like it.
Love it.
Thank you.
beautiful poetry
Thank you very much.
What a wonderful metaphor for those feelings of being trapped and seeking fulfillment in life.
So many times you give new insights to my words. You are so wise. Thank you.