flutter

delicate
butterfly
wings
made of glass
fluttering
in my cupped hands
cuts me deep as it struggles
to be free

but i don’t think i can let go
of this beautiful
and terrible
thing

so

i’ll continue to hang on
to this that
hurts me so
and one day
maybe
i’ll let it fly free

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