This poem is written for all of the beautiful women who may have been mistreated in some way or another in a relationship, causing them to potentially believe that they could never be loved again. It is written for survivors of traumatic incidences who may be afraid to let their hearts free once again.
The Butterfly Effect
Tell me, my child, how far have you come?
He has taken all that you have given, left you with nothing but a crumb
You have shown him light and given him love
But the shadows he casts fit him more like a glove
You scream for mercy into the dark
As cold hands clench over another bruised mark
¨How did I get here?¨ you silently wonder
While your tears rain down like lightning and thunder
There was a time you were strong, your torch burned bright for so long
Until his winds blew along, doing you wrong
You thought you sufficed, using him as a floating device
Quietly drowning, without thinking twice
And now that it’s over, the pain has passed
Scars have healed and faded at last
Yet the inescapable memories will affect you endlessly
Causing damage with the next person, firing bullets recklessly
Like the butterfly effect, one event causes another
Shielding yourself from the warm colors of any other
The feathers of your dream catcher have seen too much
While night terrors force you to fear a single touch
You are afraid to love again
As if the fate of your future is written in stone
But the beauty in life is hard for you to see
Not every man is who you thought they would be
The image of a loathsome man holding you down
Will be replaced with someone to pick up your crown
He will gather his tools and run the mile
To turn your sorrows into a smile
Two hearts intertwine, as the sun skips across your skin like blush wine
Within a matter of time, fear and agony will resign
So tell me, my child, how far have you come?
Your heart that once ached now beats like a drum.