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Wednesday February 26th 2020


Butterfly Paragraph Submission, By Sara MacPhee

Post Published: 28 July 2010
Category: Butterfly Paragraph Contest Submissions, dear thyroid contests
This post currently has 17 responses. Leave a comment

Butterflies are supposed to be beautiful, a sacred omen of change, pied beauty at its most glorious height.  As a young girl, I chased you from grass blade to leaf-palm, as if I could somehow absorb those dazzling colors and make them my own.  Not shy, you would invariably alight upon some natural pedestal and sit, basking in my wide-eyed idolatry. Eventually boredom, or a whim would take hold and you would be aloft, bobbing your way toward blue sky and cotton clouds that, like you, were the essence of childhood summer memories.

Not you, not now.  You are no longer the brilliant, swooping cloud-dancer of my youth.  The secret spinning of your dark cocoon that you placed in my throat years ago has bloomed, and I am left corrupted.  I am no longer star-struck by your beauty; I am awe-struck by the sheer force of your power. It is true what they say: a single wing-stroke from you has the power to create a hurricane on the other side of the world.  I know this because my life has become that storm.  A dark creation has emerged; unfurling wings not of gossamer, but malignant decay.  My beautiful butterfly, a macabre and twisted harbinger of change that steals my voice and leaves me breathless.

Sara MacPhee (sadiemac)

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17 Responses to “Butterfly Paragraph Submission, By Sara MacPhee”

  1. Melissa D says:


  2. Linny says:

    It’s true this illness takes us to a very dark place.
    Our anger, our fears our aloneness.
    I’ve been to that place thru the years, earlier than I knew what to call”it”.
    Dr’s are suppose to know all these things. We go to them confident that we will be told what to do and what to take.
    Alias they don’t know.
    They can’t help us….enough….sometimes making it worse…is there anyone out there to bring light to our prison? I think the butterfly got a bad rap. But so did we.
    Hang in there, perhaps the door will be open….Linny

  3. Elyn Tromey says:


  4. Desteny says:

    Beautiful! Vote.

  5. Michelle says:

    I think I’ll give up writing. I can’t do it like this. Vote, m’dear.

  6. Jeff says:

    Beautiful. VOTE!!!

  7. Tina says:

    Wow… I loved it! You’ve got my vote! 🙂

  8. Gina says:

    Vote baby!

  9. Susan Potash says:

    Meta-morph it!

  10. Krissy says:

    You made my eyes leak. Vote.

  11. Vinnet says:

    Dear Sara… eloquent and beautiful…you write as you are.

  12. Laura says:

    Your writing is amazing!

  13. Jean says:

    I did enjoy the work. beautiful words for an ugly disease.

  14. Maureen says:

    You’ve got my vote!

  15. Cate Wolfenbarger says:

    My sister is so beautiful. I vote for her poetry. I VOTE for her strength, I Vote for her future. Vote with me!

  16. Anjanette Hazzard says:


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