Poetry
The Flutter Of Butterfly Wings
Life
I feel it all the time —
the passing of life
When I was a child
everything was slow
and without any haste
Now
time escapes me
and all I can see
is the past
staring back at me
I want the world to stop
just for one day
so I can lay in the grass
and watch the clouds go by
That feeling of freedom
and not a care in the world —
Will it come back
or will it stay away?
They say “Take what you’ve been given
and walk boldly in the dark” —
it’s the illusion they’re trying to keep,
but I still break down and cry —
for the past and the present,
for all the things that won’t come —
for the choices are many
but the path is just one.
I felt it all my life —
the passing of time
and often I stumble
but hold the balance
with faith—
my life will pass,
and all will end …
… with a flutter
of butterfly wings.
~ Iva