Friday, June 02, 2006

The Butterfly Story


Happy Butterfly II
Originally uploaded by PuffinArt.



Once there was
A butterfly
In her luminous colors
The sight of her beauty
All the eyes are envious
Yet she was in her world of flowers
Flying high
Her heart content
Seeking flowers to another
And he came along
Wanted to acquire that beauty at his home
Tempting her in all the possible ways
Even made a garden of flowers
So she can flee to him
She finally dwelled
He flood her life
Stream and streams of love
He chocked her without realization
Loving her to extreme
Loving her to tear her wings
With it her true colors faded
Grayed in chains
She finally left him
All torn
Hid her self among the dying flowers
And when she flew
Crawled away from the glooming flowers
Ashamed to be seen
All fragile even by the wind's touch

That is when I gathered the courage to approach her
Wanted her to teach her
The new ropes to fly
She refused
She wouldn't be in denial of her injuries
Stated that she had accepted her destiny
A butterfly that is in-cable to fly
I reached out to her, time and time again
I could not see her dwelling in pitiful pool
For such pool will surely drown her
At last she agreed to take the attempt
The trials was not easy
Taken with aches and cries
So afraid to reach out
She even had forgotten how to smile
Not only she has to learn on how to grasp on hope
She has to stop being dead while she is alive
It hurts me seeing her resisting living
I wish I could shake out the hurting within her
But I know that step she has to take by her own



To every vulnerable woman:
Let go of your fears …
Push yourself forward

12 Comments:

Blogger UARIDI said...

Lovely poem. It is hard for the vulnurable to trust again.

Thanks for visiting. You have been away for too long.

5:37 AM  
Anonymous danny said...

I was touched by this poem so common in our culture too among women.

9:59 PM  
Blogger Darius said...

A repeating story, that's for sure. Makes you wonder just how much, or how little, love may be involved in "romantic love."

10:15 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Superb Nasra!! Very inspiring to read on a Tuesday Morning.

Thanks
Zeena

6:49 AM  
Blogger invisible128 said...

You cannot imagine how much i am happy and proud to find an arabian lady writing poetry in English .. You may laugh, but i really used to feel as an outcast.. I am so happy now :) .. Please do keep improving because you know a true poet never stays on the same level ! you take care :)

9:15 AM  
Blogger Liquidplastic said...

How touching, and oh so true Nasra. You open up a lot of hearts with this one. So many of us get our wings clipped and never fly again. Thank you for pulling us back out there, because life is all there is and all there is is life.

6:30 AM  
Anonymous Jackal said...

Beautiful and touching.

4:39 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

I like the idea of the the vunerable butterfly

10:31 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

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regards
Divya

1:46 PM  
Blogger eden said...

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kind regards!

3:53 AM  
Blogger eden said...

very nice and good poem!

3:59 AM  
Blogger Crunchy Weta said...

There is nothing to say, your words say it all. Beautiful.
Glenn

5:02 AM  

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