you compared me to
a butterfly in a jar
saying how i've allowed myself to be caught
by greedy hands.
how i'm a fusion of delicate and
intrinsic detail,
that can only be distinguished when
captured
i relish my freedom, and with it
my mystery.
unfortunately, i've succombed to
the unnatural restraint of
invisible walls...
but let me tell you how
i am like a buttefly in a jar.
i'm not used to being held,
unfamiliar with inspection.
i will flutter angrily against my
transparent barriers.
while captive, i think only of freedom
i hate the glass, for it cannot block my view
of that for which i long.
aware of my own helplessness,
i succumb to my unseen walls
hoping my keeper will one day set me free.
