To Emily~ Even across centuries, I feel as if I know you.
Life is a void-
a booming nothing
that builds over years-
a foreboding crescendo,
and then-
nothing.
A suffocating silence.
Chelsea Voorheis 2011
Hope is a butterfly-
that draws you in
with carefree flight and color.
The hurried hand can understand-
the wish,
a panicked grasp.
The butterfly cannot be kept-
doomed by cloying freedom.
Pained hands strain to catch-
the butterfly feels the longing brush
and flies among the dirt
and mourns
what only God can touch.
Chelsea Voorheis 2012
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