Butterfly

The world is full of dreams waiting for redemption

And men who live by the truth of others

They call the truth, norm and history

And our dreams, illusions

 

I don't know who told this story

That butterflies become stars when they die

And when those stars fall, the world goes bleak

So, God holds the stars by tiny strings tied to his seat

 

Mama said we can be anything

The butterfly, the star, in a story that sounds delusional

But what happens when we don't know who we are

When we have become spectators watching life prune our dreams

 

Sometimes, life can gather into a storm

When there is no land in sight

Sometimes, life can be the hot harmattan sun

Melting our dreams before they are born

 

 ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Damilola Omotoyinbo believes in the power of the pen and the positive difference it can make in our world. She has published works in Kalahari, Pelleura, Praxis, Parousia e-magazine, The Nigerian Tribune Newspaper, and elsewhere. Damilola is a 2019 Fellow of the Ebedi International Writers Residency, a YALI Alumna and a fan of Àsá. She studied Biochemistry and blogs at damilolaomotoyinbo.wordpress.com. She may be reached on Facebook @Damilola Omotoyinbo.

 

 

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