Read Time:1 Minute, 46 Second
To Heal a Butterfly
A girl feels lost in a home with
no roof to cover her vulnerability
an uncle's hand makes scar across
her flesh, her body a totem of invasion
between the legs lay an ocean of pain
& no one is listening.
To run is a way towards salvation
the picture of home in your mind is
shackle on your feet, with a father's face
bearing wrath, with a mother's touch
holding death, those left behind should
know the strength of pain.
In a different land where a man's touch
can be washed off a body, you bath in a
woman's embrace, listening to the stories
held by a kiss, bathing in a future with
love & peace, home becomes a memory
carrying an uncle holding fire & a family
fanning its embers.
