Butterfly Is Flying Now

It was just another one of "those" days.

The usual, the mundane

The desperate, the insane

All clubbed together

And you still smile.

How strong you are girl! Really.

I was standing under the sunny blue sky

It seemed like one of those long lost days

When you actually wanted to fly.

Just then I saw something

Something trapped under a tree branch

Flapping its wings desperately

I could feel the desperation in my beating heart.

What is it I wondered?

It was a butterfly.

A wild orange one with wonderful black stripes

And it was so desperate to be free.

I could not look away.

How can I help it?

I went forward and gently removed the tree branch

And the butterfly escaped.

The flapping slowed down

Slower and slower every minute

My heartbeat calmed down as well

I was relieved.

I could not forget what I had witnessed.

But I had to leave.

I went back to my room and opened my laptop

I started to write a poem, I hadn't written one in ages

"Too busy" I used to tell myself



My fingers were flying across the keyboard,

I didn't stop until I had finished.

I smiled when I read the poem and wrote the title as:

I hope, the butterfly is flying now.