Without Hope for a Future
I once watched a caterpillar.
A struggle to be what it apparently didn't even want to be.
A thousand legs all haphazardly marching towards a collection of tomorrow's.
I captured a butterfly in a Mason jar.
A vibrantly illustrated creature trapped by walls it couldn’t see.
A beautiful thing, seemingly painted by a God too busy to finish His masterpiece.
I was appalled at how quickly wings fail to flutter,
When wind within is insufficient.
Such beauty meandering aimlessly at the bottom of a Mason jar.
I struggled to help him find his way to liberty.
But was halted by a sudden fear.
A thousand butterflies, reflected off of shattered glass, on the floor of a broken heart.
Damien A. Collins