Even though they die

by You Have My Word

This is the fifth poem in a collection of thirty. Enjoy reading, and perhaps try it for yourself.


butterfly trapped

She collects butterflies in jars.
Not because she needs control
rather, she needs to know
that it is possible to be
trapped and beautiful all at once.
Even though they die
they remain beautiful
Even though they die
there is always another
Even though they die
they served a purpose
Even though they die
she remains alive, remains trapped,
remains looking, remains beautiful.


View previous poems in this challenge here:

Day 1: Tighter than fear

Day 2: Do not wish me to be true

Day 3: Listen

Day 4: What to ask after the wreckage