The Weight

The Weight – Butterflies
Butterflies move through my vision,
Swirling, Swishing wings beat,
Fluttering thoughts touch lightly
Upon my hyper tense unconsciousness.

I reach out and try to clear them,
But the former nymphs land upon my hands.
How can something so light, weight so much?
I'm thrust from sleep, Flushed and Exhausted.

The Weight is read be me, Chad Bonaker as part of my Poems of a Younger Me Project in which I give the cringey poems of my teenage years a quick copy edit.  The Music is called The Weight by Kneelio.  The image is a photoshop printmaking experiment using butterfly brushes. If you enjoyed this slightly embarrassing Project, let me know by sharing this post and/or leaving a comment.

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