Broken Butterfly Wing
By Aracely Gaytan
I've been in the dark, for a while, now. I have a scar that froze my heart and broke it, like glass. Slowly losing my color and my mind. Thinking, what if love didn't hurt, where I would be. Foolish! I lost myself, I need to be found.
I was so bright in others eyes. With my beautiful midnight blue, shinning black patterns and with a thin lining of silver, on my butterfly wings.
I'm scared, it's so dark. May I, of lost my sight of crying so much in this dusty whole? I can't feel my soul, anymore. I need to be found.
I feel like I am dreaming, I float through to the top and drop what I once called my wing. An aching warm shine of light is all I felt and saw.
Powder dust is shaken off me.
I start to cough as I breathe clearly.
I realize I'm not dreaming and in the whole, anymore.
As you clean the dirt off of me, I could not stop admiring the colors you were.
A masculine deep red like a rose, with sharp black patterns, was what I notice.
How did you find me?
I've been lost; I forgot what it was to be myself.
I've needed to be found.
I fell into this whole.
When, what I called love tore my wing off.
My scar hurts and I can't hold myself up, anymore.
I'm different without my wing to fly.
I know I am here but I feel like I am still lost in the whole.
What do I look like, to you?
I do not know where you came from.
How you found me, but I should have been left for dead.
I can not feel, see myself the same or fly again.
Love has broken me.
I would love to fly with you.
I can not fly again.
I lost soul, when I gave my love to one who broke my heart.
I was left with a scar and do not know how to fly.
He wiped my tears away. Held me against him, tight and we flew together.
I felt so safe with him even at first in the dark.
We flew and went higher, at one point I felt like I was the one flying.
We went in and out of my favorite cotton fields like I have times, before.
When we landed on a lily, I remembered it was not me who was flying.
You tell me you will be my wing, but you will grow tried.
You will let me go somewhere I could not fly my way home.
At that time he pulls me close to him and tells me that he found me.
I forgot who I was and do not want to know how I got lost.
I needed to be found and he did!
I want to fly with you, again. It is better when there are two.
If, we get tired we can take a walk as we talk like two old friends.
As we flew again through the blue air, in and out of the sunny rays.
I felt like I found my heart.
My scar hurts and will always be there.
But, who needs a wing to fly,
when I needed my heart to love the one, who found me.
