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Butterflies to Mend

As I look within my eyes

and reach within my soul;

I find a hollow wilderness,

dead grass along the knoll.

 

But up above the terrace

I find a chance to heal.

Masked behind the pain

is a brand new crisp reveal.

 

Scattered flower petals

flutter in the wind.

Mixed within are butterflies

helping me to mend.

 

Perhaps I dream too large

for the world to ever make

the delicious size of magic

I need within the cake.

 

Or back away from wishes;

I scurry to a corner.

If I love too deep and true,

I’ll just become a mourner.

 

Shaken limbs have left me

with branches stranded bare.

Yet witness I have truth

as you were really there.

 

Dance around the corner

of the dusty road ahead.

Sunshine lingers bright

above my clearing head.


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Cindy J. Buechler
Cindy J. Buechlerhttps://creativejeanblossoming.wordpress.com/
My Poetry, Photography, and Journals hold treasure from grade school to high school to adult school, which I'm still attending ... just waiting for the final grade. Each layer of life reveals a new truth and with age, it becomes apparent that time is my greatest rival. My hope is to reflect with words and pictures that offer comfort, insight, and wisdom for a life well-lived with peace and tranquility in the end.

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