Irresistible Clutches

My hand toys at the idea

Of holding its wings.

Yet it flies away in the

Mist of the spring.

Its beautiful pink color

Brings me to life.

It's spotless smooth

Texture makes me thrive.

As the butterfly makes its

Way through the forest,

She meets the flowers and the

Trees that tell her she would fail.

She looks back and says,

“Maybe you should take some rest.”

At night her wings glitter like

An inflammable balloon.

I am glad she is out of the

Dark grim cocoon.

In the mind’s eye of me

Camera I capture her vibe.

I would never give you the

Picture, no matter what the bribe!

For she taught me to live

A life unresentfully,

As she emerged beautifully

From the irresistible

Clutches of a bullying past.