Lament of a Dying Butterfly

When the spring beckons
I will open my eyes
And flutter off
To the sweet flowers

When the spring beckons
I will break free
Of the cocoon
Embracing me

Frail, Weak
I lie, waiting
Drawing strength from within
Solitude blooming my confidence

Don't break the shell
Don't pretend to help
Don't hold me in your hands
And don't set me free

For it is autumn now
I'm not that strong
There are no flowers
Yet I fly, into nothingness

By a very close friend of mine .. meryl.. thnkz