"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Monday, February 8, 2010

Butterfly Sunshine

Held by terror’s touch from abusive hands
She had prayed that one day she could escape
A child who cried alone in childhood stolen
Had grown into a woman afraid to live

Secrets locked inside a broken spirit
Sent nightmare visits when she closed her eyes
Life a burden that became harder to bear
She thought freedom would only come in death

Slowly truth began to brighten her days
The horrid things that happened were not her fault
Like a butterfly she flew out
Of the inky darkness of deception
Her wings taking her into the light of truth
His words that held her in a cocoon of fear
No longer had any power to keep her there

Demeanor bright with butterfly sunshine
And a promise to see others set free
She works to shine liberty’s light
On others living in the bleakness of abuse


LARRY said...

You are shinning bright on all the pathways of life....Luv....LARRY

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