You Think Me Weak Because I Broke
You think me weak
Because I broke
Through eyes of pity
And distain
But I think I’m strong
Because I changed
Cracking from the shell
Of who I used to be
Hollow
Empty
Reaching for the sky
Because I cannot feel its warmth
In confinement
A bird is not weak
After hatching from it’s egg
A butterfly is not weak
After emerging from it’s cocoon
For those who are prone to fly
Must first
Break free
You think me weak
Because I broke
But I know you’re weak
Because you haven’t