Butterfly
hovers
over the city
over the world
carrying hope
in its wings
But is the weight
too much?
Can it truly
carry all those
expectations
& desires?
And yet flight
seems
to suggest
we can overcome
the everyday
realities
That burden us
weigh us
down more than
we care to
admit, or even
begin to deal with
So fly, butterfly
hover
near me, my life,
my town, my world
all that means
something to me
And free me
to believe
a new beginning
is possible
is near, now
if only I will fly
Thursday, June 17, 2010
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