Floating Away

My butterflies fused their wings into a balloon That bloats with never ending strain I see you, you who started my first cocoon And I am further filled with pain. When I feel that pressure inside me grow— My ribs popping at the seams— I speak to all the dim stars for they know To live without being seen; And it’s in the valley in which I walk That I hide myself away, And it’s to the sad stars to which I talk— Soon, I’ll be carried away And now I glide so gently, I’m floating just above the floor I start to cry and wonder if I could’ve done something more.