Monarch

Destined for adversity,
her crimson wings
burn wildly as she takes flight.
She takes to the sky
in her coal-colored dress—
turning flaws to ash,
freeing herself from the tears
that try to extinguish her.

Most have tried to
tame her flame,
only adding to its inferno.
And like a butterfly,
she’s admired
when she passes by—
scorching hearts and minds,
advocating change in our lives.

Image from Pinterest

Paper mache heart

An empty heart can still be seen,
making the perfect mold to cast over.
Strips, unevenly torn, of red and pink—
the bits I kept that meant the most—
are lightly brushed over
with a blended mixture of
wishful thinking and tears of “I Love You.”
Decorated with ribbons, bows, and lace,
helps keep everything in place.
They overlap,
trying to cover the pain
from “We’re Over.”
It’s how I see my heart—
the perfect gift
for myself.