Butterfly




I am a broken butterfly
My wings no longer flutter
Or lift me from the ground
What remains of me
is
Limited
Reduced
Inaccessible to most
The world
    too big
    too busy
    too noisy
Crushes me with its
Carelessness
It's neglectful ignorance
It's persecutory hostility
And it's lazy incompetence
Am I then too broken to dream
To hope
Not to despair
Some days
I just don't
Know the answer.

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