Thursday, July 11, 2013

Near Emergence

Inside of me
A thousand butterflies
flutter fast

delicate wings
golden wingprints
on the inner surface
of this girl of glass

a hurricane of wings
an orchestra of stained glass
dancing to at last break free
One day
the glass girl will
combust from the madness,
from the mutiny
of winged vibrations

a 1000 shattered pieces of glass
mingled with flying colors
a kaleidoscope of hope
painting the sky

if that doesn't happen:
Her feet will ever so slowly start to
lift off  the ground they know so well
as a thousand butterflies propel her
towards the crown of the sky

Either way

She will emerge.

She will be free.