Bria Hankins
Stories (2/0)
Personification
Effortlessly gliding is how a butterfly is imagined, but this time the image would be quite different. This butterfly’s wings were ragged and bore a variety of holes. She struggled to stay in flight. With every gust of wind, she was set back tremendously due to her holes. As night had begun to fall, the wind grew stronger. Where was the light? Will she ever find it? It was as if the wind had a mind of its own and its main focus was to keep the butterfly down. She continued her journey, battling with the wind, fighting against her conscience, who desperately, wanted to turn back. Then, suddenly, there was the light. It was not too far ahead. Her journey was almost over, but as she began to form to the patterns of the wind, a gust blew her back knocking her into a tree. She plummeted to the ground into a puddle beneath her. She laid in the water, all motivation lost. There she was completely helpless and inferior to the wind. She could not fly with wet wings, let alone with her holes.
By Bria Hankins6 years ago in Poets