Single Butterfly

Being alone...

Sometimes I think about myself... alone

I often wonder what I'm all about... who am I... what am I

alone.

I chose to be alone... I choose to be alone... and I'm not sure why

often times I sit and wonder will this always be

me... alone.

It's comforting yet painfully empty

Being alone

u can feel like your the only one... peaceful

u can feel like your the only one... tragic

It's what they tell you to do so that you can be strong

but strength can be so weak

I'm not quite sure how this will turn out

Social butterfly I may be

Still no one ever wonders

where that butterfly flutters

when the wind blows

where does it go?

The butterfly

is only seen for that fleeting moment

of beauty

never will they see

the quiet space

all for that temporary grace

yet still

The Butterfly

flies

alone.