Broken Butterfly

I am a broken butterfly.

Beautiful on the outside,
The butterfly, beautiful as it seems,
Hides his pain,
For his wings are broken,
For he cannot fly.

With his broken wings,
The butterfly attemps to fly,
Sadly, everytime he tries,
He falls back to the ground.

Yet, no matter the bruises
From the painful landings,
No matter his failed attempts,
The butterfly doesn’t give up.

He knows that one day,
His wounds will heal
And, once again,
He shall soar through the sky.

I am a broken butterfly,
For I fail to fly
With my broken wings,
Yet I never give up
Because I know that one day,
My wounds will heal…

© Fighter