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A Scent Of A Woman

The premise of my newest poetic piece reaches out to a woman suffering from bipolar disease she grows ill.
Further, realizes that life is short by listening to a beautiful song then gets touched by nature in the form of a butterfly...,
The woman reached out with everything in her very being to discover the presence of love.
Lastly, this is a touching piece I hope it will warm your heart

she had a sultan swing swept above her hair
baby's hair with women's eyes reflective to share
she danced on a ring of fire yet throws back each challenge with a shrug
in light of the recent attacks on her life she is a victor
fighting back the tears from her eyes it came as no surprise
she moved to the tun of amazement in her veins
let me be the first to explain

a long time a go in a place so far away
she lay nestled in a corner of her room
she was diagnosed as bipolar and grew ill
in every attempt to help medicate we can call it fate
then one day she heard a beautiful song then destiny came through her eyes
she lingered long in her fantasy world with kings & queens
butterfly lay barren on her wall she was so cold took out a shawl

the butterfly flew outside her room out on the patio
taking her to sweet places she needed to know
in time the butterfly dazzled with an appeal of reason
perhaps it was in the changing of the season
she studied the beautiful butterfly with her eyes
days had passed still she had no reason to grasp where the butterfly went to

she sought with cadence through a tiny orb type crystal with a shaped heart
this would light the inner spark to what she had been waiting for
after the turning of events she saw the butterfly again this time it had grown to a mammoth queen...
the leaves were changing the side of the trees lied barren with moisture
cascading falls near her house with a cool crisp brook
she took a look and their was the butterfly friend in the air again
nature breeds cadence to the simple to take another look at its wonder

then there was a fatal day when the butterfly died she was frantic inside wanting to hide
there was no clear view of it coming alive so she buried it beneath the red sod
the cycle of life in its forbidden form gazed between the surface
helpless but never hopeless she slowly regained her confidence out of coincidence
out of tragedy she learned a clear lesson from the butterfly which is never relent to ever give up on the fight...,
until next time....

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It is unfortunate that life has to pass through this way, truly she really needs more than just love also compassion and please extend my sympathy to her if you can.
I strongly believe that by now the Almighty God is already filling her with abundant healing AMEN.

Congrats to you Simon in seeking the authenticity
your writing is above reproach beyond words to be clear.

Mario Vitale

author comment

a nice poem. I love the way the butterfly expresses her inner journey, the highs and lows that she experiences. a fitting tribute.

listening to a beautiful song then gets touched by nature

in the form of a butterfly...,


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