Scattered Leaves, Scattered Efforts

A mind racing is a wonderful thing, flying down alleys of to-do and don’ts. Never slowing or lighting anywhere for long. A beautiful butterfly blown off a nectar-filled blossom, before she could pause for a long, satisfying drink. The wind tosses her in a tumbling torrent, gold and green leaves whirl around.

” Where can I land ‘fore Wind takes me again?”

She crysSo sadly for nobody’s there

Exerting her strength , with furrowed butterfly brow, she goes for a final big push!

Wings flutter madly, but the gusts treat her badly:

She’s torn rudely away from the butterfly bush!

Author: ST Martin

I am an Artist, Poet and Author. A Survivor of Violent Sexual Abuse and Rape, I have lived thru Severe Domestic Violence, Twenty Three years of Addiction and Alcoholism, Family Dysfunction, Chronic Pain, Dependence on Opioids, and 2 Venomous Snake Bites...I have Been Stabbed, Shot at, Tied to a Tree and Choked Unconscious. A Quarter Horse Rolled on Me, as did a Lawn Tractor. I also Wrecked a Harley into a Tree! I also have PTSD and Rapid Cycling Bipolar Disorder, and spent my 18th birthday in a Locked Psychiatric Ward. I am so much more than this: I feel like a tiny seed that sprouted in a desert, and now has grown into a Passion Vine. My Art is my Voice, Screaming, Crying, Praying, Loving, Laughing, Healing- all in Riotous Color...

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