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Death Touched Butterfly

Cocooned, your wings

folded into cramped quarters of

fragile purpose.

Too young–death has touched


ripped your still forming chrysalis

forced your

eyes open to the dust

of humanity. So you hide deep within

safety, questioning the wisdom of

God. Why did he mold you to fly in a world

chained by gravity?

Published indeathfaithpoetrysuicide


  1. Thank you for sharing. That was beautiful. I’ve often asked the same questions. God bless you and your family.

    • Thank you Audrey, and thank you for your prayers. It has been a hard week, but I have been bolstered by such a great cloud of witnesses.

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