tiny dancer.

i found this poem in a book when i was cleaning out some boxes today. i wrote it when i was still at school.... the words are suprisingly poignant and relevant.

sadness, emptiness clogged up inside
crumbling rocks crash upon dew-kissed grass
emotions too strong to hide
like butterflies upon flowers they dance



she clasps the key to her tumultuous world within
as fear, anger and questions beat
at her confused heart. What sin?
has made her as heavy as concrete



at times the butterflies dance with resounding strength
abusing innocent flowers in their way
no matter the length
leaving only a dismal grey



she is in pain for as long
as the butterflies dance
at different beats to an unsung song
she dares not glance.