it is never the same
in truth
you should never
go back
the emptiness
pervades the corners
and the spaces
familiar once
abandoned now
I am who I was
again . . .
nothing
nobody
nowhere
life
works as a trap
sometimes
to pull you back
when you thought
you’d made it
escape
is a butterfly
with fragile wings
sometimes
the wind blows
home
sometimes
it brings you
home
and
sometimes
I
am just
a butterfly
~
Beautiful ❤️
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Thank you, Joana.
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This poem harkens back to Small Town Kid, but from a greater distance, I would say.
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Yes, Liz. If writing STK today, it might well be a part of that set.
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What a wonderful metaphor of why we should never go back.
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Thanks we englepip. Glad you enjoyed.
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This is very interesting, Frank.
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Glad you liked, Robbie.
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Clicked on it and said it no longer exists. . .probably my phone app I use in order to drink coffee at the same time😀
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It must have flown, Cheryl . . .
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😊
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