The Time of the Butterfly
H.Sanbika is medically oriented by degree though she's not practicing it currently, Her passion on scribbling thoughts dragged her here.
"Just as on a rubbish heap swept up on a main road a purely fragrant, delightful lotus might there spring up, Even so amidst those rubbish heaps (of men) does the savaka of the Perfectly Enlightened One outshine in insight the blind puthujjana"
- Gautama Buddha
The Time of the Butterfly
I just cuddle here alone
Not wanting to go outside
I'm afraid of what awaits there
Though it's awfully dark here
And there's no one to talk to
It's far more better this way
'Cause I feel safe and secured
With no one to taunt me
At least I thought so
But then I could hear voices
Taking every chance to vex me
"What a nasty thing!"
"Ugh! So gross and ugly!"
The words of those who sees me
But most of them who don't
Just pass me by
Not caring if they would step on and crush me
A small dull creature doesn't matter anyway
Besides, I was so hued with these colors of black and gray
I thought it would protect me
I never thought it would give me misery
And the longer I stay in this doomed shell
The deeper I go down the miry of crooked critics
They cause me agonizing grief and sorrow
I wanted to speak up
To defend myself for those unjust judgments
I simply can't for now
For I am still weak to talk
My bones still brittle to stand
But wait,
This is the beginning of everything yet
I have my time, my moment
When I finally break the walls that I've made
And cracked the shells that I've kept for a long time
I'll be out
Spreading my wings all over you
There is more of me than you could see
For the wings you thought could never fly
Soar higher than any of you
The feet you thought could never stand
Out-stood the very best of you
The voice you thought could never sing
Rose above your crooning voices
And the once dull and boring color
Brilliantly shines and shaded your neon lights
So I beg thee,
Don't belittle me
For you never know what the future holds for me
© 2017 Himeko Sanbika