Numb Feeling


Falling down
equal to
falling in love;
we could be conscious,
seeing the doubt,
or oblivious to dilemma

Either way we both fall
butterflies
perch their wings
stroking the senseless
Lepidoptera against
the mute soul

Their wings incise
through the worry,
into forbidden abbess
it fills with hope, love
the body is limp
the soul trapped

It is a misunderstood feeling
it was always there
only to be released by
butterflies

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