Amber wings waft through my door <br />before The Scissors come cut out my breath <br />and rip the blanket from my grasp <br />that lies upon the sodden floor. <br /> <br />Braid my terror, knit my pain <br />with tender hooks and strings, <br />whisper again of innocence <br />and tell me I am not to blame. <br /> <br />I screamed until I had no voice <br />to blanch the horror and the hell, <br />I pinned you when I had no choice <br />Dear Butterfear, you taught me well. <br /> <br />So deperately you mustn't go, <br />for the light hurts my eyes, <br />where you lulled me from my shadow. <br /> <br />Will you escape another's fire, <br />and fluttering visit for a while, <br />untie my mouth and free the scream <br />or loose the knots where tears would fall, <br />and rest your amber wings? <br /> <br />- - - <br />Author's note: Butterfear is the moment of grace in the midst of anguish. It is a combination of fear and release - cold, angry, protective alter ego, and warm, free, delicate butterfly. <br />For abused children.<br /><br />Jody Talibart<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/butterfear/
