Parchment untouched, <br />unmarked by indigo, <br />two tear dropp stains. <br /> <br />There are no words <br />to describe <br />the way I feel today. <br />Voiceless, <br />helpless to change <br />your mind. <br /> <br />There’s no Salvation <br />in loving me. <br /> <br />Wildly flailing <br />through life myself. <br />Can’t save you, <br />my love <br />won’t keep you alive. <br /> <br />I’m tired of it all today, <br />Christians <br />and their judgements, <br />Buddhists <br />and their denial. <br /> <br />I’m nobody’s Savior. <br /> <br />Just a little butterfly <br />with shredded wings, <br />curled, <br />tired of being strong.<br /><br />Joyce Chelmo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wounded-butterfly/
