This Butterfly Stings
I went out to play like all children do
and found this strange butterfly
that has colours more than the rainbow
the type that no one has ever encounted.
It did not fly when l approached it
but rather it flapped it wings to
display all the colours that it had
l stood in awe to look so that
l could recount all that l have seen.
Suddenly it took a flight and not
to fly away but hit me where
cupid always strikes its foes
and l fell into a strange trance
wailing in my own world,
It took a while for me to realise
that this butterfly had something
more than its strange colours;
it had the powers to sting and stings well.
Then l sit in my room waiting for it to
come and show me its colours and
perhaps help me fill the void that
had been created in my heart,
Would it come back like all butterflies do?
and if it does would it help fill the vacuum
that has been created in my life?