On wings of hope

Flutter fly, butterfly so high in the sky. Your grace casts a shadow that flows by and by.    Beautiful you are, so mellow and so meek. A trait so many humans fail to find or seek.        

There are so many people out there shedding their blood and tears, with no one to lend a helping hand or to comfort them with cheer.

Those people are too hurt to ask or maybe they hold fear that if they let their voices ring no one would care to hear.

Their souls have been beaten, crushed and torn asunder. Their minds are filled with anxiety, their hearts beat like thunder.

They wish to split their veins, their wrists reflect blades. With every cut the pain soothes their pain. What a beguiling nepenthe, for a lost heart confused ever so relentlessly.

They do not comprehend the true definition of happiness, their bodies are wilted like rusted roses. Their eyes are dim and blinded because they fail to see their dosage

Of insecurity and addiction.

Life and no conviction.

With thoughts of death and fiction.

Their skies grey and murky, fraught with murdered dreams. Their lips closed with no ambition to be redeemed.

If only they were unlocked like a sea of hopes and desires. If only they could get up and work for the things which they aspire.

If only they could fly so high in the sky, just like the majestic butterfly.

If only they could see themselves in the mirror that reflects.

If only, If only the butterfly effect…