Love landed on my shoulder
In the form of a butterfly
I wondered of love,
Before me I saw one beautiful wing.
It was vibrant, colourful, perfect in form.
Then I noticed the butterflies other Wing,
It was dull,
I asked of love why do you have
one wing that is set in grandeur
and the other wing that is
hideous to look upon?
Love turned to me
with one wing standing in stature
and the other drooping unsightly.
Love shed a tear and shared…
“my broken, unsightly wing is my heart
I gave it to another, and another
cared for it not,
loved it not,
protected it not.
My wing of
is a tiny part of my heart that reminds me
that even amongst
there still remains love that will
and bring back to my heart
A wholeness that will fade away all brokenness.”
I stared at the butterfly and its broken wing
It acquired a different form to the sight that I now see
Even though it was
It appeared strong,
and at peace
in hope that love will return to loves place.
Salwa Samra © 2013
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