Numbness hidden within the heart,
leaves a cold and sullen mark.
Life without a life to find,
keeps you close to losing your mind.
Day in, day out, it stays the same,
losing your memories, forgetting your name.
A green leaf hangs, all holey,
like a caterpillar crawling, down and lowly.
If its body, you so touch,
fear in the darkness that seems too much.
The caterpillar crawls, on and on,
a numbing pain that's never gone.
One day maybe light will show,
and a stunning set of wings shall grow.
The darkness pushed into the light,
a butterfly with the gift of flight.
-M
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