With butterflies, I came to land
Upon the flower's tip.
With salt, I dwelt amongst the sand,
And never chapped my lips.
From heaven's bile, I ducked and dived,
And never once was marked.
I lived and loved and even thrived
Amidst the dank and dark.
I am not well - I am not 'right' -
I do not plough the earth;
But none of this demeans my sight -
I know my worldly worth.
Ben, this went straight into my favs about .5 of a second after reading this.
I love how this reads aloud and, as we all expect from you (hahahaha no pressure) your word choice and meter is spot on, great imagery here too with the half rhymes (which are indeed totally legitimate)