The Butterfly

life butterfly Benda

He thought he could keep her down

Control her, Be her only one

Told her don’t make a sound

That was how it had begun.

Then one day she grew wings

Found out many things.

Like control isn’t love

And no one should be above

Another.

The Caterpillar had become a butterfly.

caterpillar girl

Free at last to soar

Under control never more

There he was left behind

The moral of this story my friend

Control no one or you will send

Them far, far away

Never to return.

3 comments

  1. Gale A. Molinari · June 24, 2015

    Reblogged this on Philosopher Poet with Dreams.

    Like

  2. marilynmunrow · June 24, 2015

    Reblogged this on Marilyn Munrow and commented:
    Fabulous post. Beautiful

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Gale A. Molinari · June 24, 2015

    Thank you and yet again for the reblog

    Like

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