Butterfly Doll

Cannot breathe…

I’m a prisoner,

Trapped in this life.

A butterfly caught

In this artificial Web.

They call it home –

This box –

This Dollhouse.

It is my jail.

I can only exist

Through these words

Shinning

On the screen

You’re staring at…

I am free here,

I speak my mind

With clarity

And honesty…

I summon you here

To embrace me,

Kiss away my tears,

And curve a smile

On this scored heart.

Bring it to life

With your pulse..

Surge through this body…

Break away all bars.

Let me fly,

Forever free…

© A Furious Child