Have you ever noticed the detail and delicacy of a butterfly’s wing? Imagine the effort that goes into creating something of that microscopic magnitude…now think for a moment how long it would take for that to be destroyed…what it would take for that to happen…
A heavy hand?
A careless slip of the tongue?
Words that wield the piercing point of an arrowhead?
An unfiltered, poisoned opinion hurling itself at this perfect presence with the intention of demolishing its youthful spirit…
This is the work of the Butterfly-Wing-Trampler.
We all know the Butterfly-Wing-Trampler in some form or the other.Be it a bully or someone very close to you. As kids we wore our flaws and dreams on the outside until something was said or implied that made us adopt a reverse.
The Butterfly-Wing-Trampler stomped on your wing and tore that delicate, dainty part of you and made you hide behind a mask of pretence.
You cloaked your vulnerable wings and concealed yourself in layers of conformity so much so that you’ve forever buried your translucent, tentative wings.
Now the Butterfly-Wing-Trampler is a product of his/her past and I know a psychologist who could make a decent human out of him/her yet but the question that I ask is this:
Before the Butterfly-Wing-Trampler treaded on your wing, what did it look like?
Do you have the courage, ex-caterpillar to endure the transition once more and show the world the side you’ve so successfully disguised?
_Quixotic Novelist
Quixotic Novelist 