The Butterfly

The Poem That Changed The World

“The Butterfly”

by Bruce Backman

 

 

I’m enslaved in what’s known as

“my world”

Oh I know I could become something of

Beauty

But my comfort in my discomfort

Keeps me in my tight little womb

Oh I can squirm and move and feel like I make a

Difference

Like I am an important

Component in the cogs

Of the Universal timepiece

Though down in the depths

Of truest

Understanding

I know I am important in

“my world”

But

“my world” is

Small

My space is barely larger than

Infinitesimally small

I have wings I know and

Yet

There is no room to spread

I cannot fly

My wings fill more than the space

I consume

I need more space

I must break out of

“my world”

Somewhere beyond my innermost reach

Is an

Understanding

“my world” is

My prison

My way is

No way

Left to me

I stay forever

Trapped with wings folded

Unable to spread

To soar

To fly

To be free

Oh God free this wretched

Life from its own

Smallness

Break the womb

The cocoon

Open

Open

Open

I can taste the

Freedom of

Soaring

Gliding

Flying

I stretch my wings

They dry

I wait

I now understand

“my world”

My womb

My tomb

Would become

My death

Until

The life

The love

The beauty

Yours

Freed Me

To fly

To soar

To live

And laugh

To Love

The beauty of becoming…

“The Butterfly”


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