Mariposa

mariposa, butterfly in spanish, is just a poem about a butterfly who at first emerges as the glorious, wonderful being, enjoying the gifts life has thrown at her, then is all of a sudden bombarded with trials and tribulations that she succumbs to. it was more of an attempt of me getting back to writing long poetry, which is something i aspire to do more of this year. it's not necessarily meant to be melancholy, but just to show how someone might progress through life or anything you'd want to apply it too. maybe later on, i'll revise it with a much happier ending <4

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lies there on the hard core ground, a hazel cocoon

a painted winged creature soaring takes to the air

a bit hinged and small-winged, yet so in tune

in tune with the breeze, as ideal as crystal ware

perched upon a bough

wrapped within a tree

her wired legs sat, flawlessly tied in a bow

the big blue sky calls her name, stroke with an aroma of vigor

flutters along with the rhythm of the wind

dun dun dun dun, the waves of the beat drums bigger

crossing her eyes causing her to be blind,

blind to the the branches that obstruct the cleared path

sprouting from the stumps in the soil

forming a maze, and filling her with wrath

wrath that she's been disrupted

that her path has been obscured

her wings have been clipped and corrupted

held a prisoner, her story obstructed

soaring through thick and thin

the melody reshapes to cacophony

darting under, over, circling the limbs

as she navigates her way around the fruit tree

the pace of the drums gets quicker

the foul aroma outspread get thicker

one by one, branches start to appear

her heart shaped wings can barely bare-

PLANK

mariposa adheres

stripped of the ability to move her ware

she comes to halt, becoming too wear

lies there on the hazel-colored branch

her core print tinted

hinged, broken winged, in discord

in discord with the wind, no more crystal ware

her heart lies their broken and bare

and wings bedizened, with a tear.