I thought I was a butterfly

By GABE ANDERSON, January 11, 2022




I thought I was a butterfly.

I thought I had beauty and grace.

With every flap of my wings,

I’d flaunt their shapes.


I’d fly with no worry.

I’d fly with no hate.

I’d fly with no goal.

I’d fly till daybreak.


As the sun sets,

I’d fly to a leaf.

I’d nibble on its green—

I’d eat and I’d eat.


When my stomach was full,

I’d rest on a tree.

With many other butterflies,

I’d fall soundl