A Poem for Kara

13 Jun

by Lilia Federico 

If you were truly
truly to love,
you would stop.
Stop fighting,
stop ending good things,
stop starting bad things.
For the life of a butterfly,
wings light.
No strength,
yet no weakness.
Have you been a butterfly?
Because all I see are beetles,
big, black, and shiny.
No visible face,
and yet a mask.
A thick armor
the thin wings.
Small iridescent film
That holds more power than you,
because the power
to be in the sky
is love.


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