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        I AM
        Today I cried for a dog,
        who laid at the coffin of his master
        and would not leave until it was time.
        His pain displayed for all to see.
        Big, salty tears poured from my eyes,
        down past my heart where the sadness lies
        as deeply as the soldier’s brown and polished
        coffin will lay
        in the ground.
        Today I cried for the butterfly
        struggling to emerge from it’s cocoon.
        One wing crumpled and misshapened.
        The perfect transformation interuppted.
        It will die, I think.
        Destiny will not allow a maiden flight
        nor to gather sweet nectar from a flower.
        Today I cried
        for the "me" who was destined to become
        someone… instead of the one I am now.
        One of the millions of
        soft sad hearts whose pain is bravely carried and hidden
        so that, none can see.
        I am the dog who  mourns
        and waits.
        I am the crumpled winged butterfly,
        longing to fly.
        I am all the lost and stolen childhoods.
        So, today I cried.


        *feeling the pain right now* …sniff, sniff.

         — 26/08/2011 3:32:08 AM: post edited by missingme.

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