Butterfly...

The final truth of the matter stands thus,
I was never a moth,
Swooning to death
Against the heat of some irrestible flame...
I was and always will be,
A butterfly.
A creature not of darkness, but of light.

I was never meant
To languish
In the indifferent folds
Of your dusty robes.
I was always
Meant to spread my wings...
...And fly away...

I was always meant
To soar...
I was
And always will be
...a butterfly.