Black Butterflies
by Nicole Christine
Everything comes from a hidden place,
where secrets go to rest-
to be wild and free but also to be held
Her black wings opened,
she tried to fly but was still
attached to her cocoon
Softly, flapping, she sat up
trying again and again.
Until she broke free
Landing on stone,
near the lake just to hear the ripples-
She believed she could be set free
Imagine a black butterfly
Sitting on the pebbles, being tossed by the wind.
To be free is a gift,
even the weeds know this
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Nicole Christine, is a British American writer born and raised in the Pacific Northwest. She writes about love, hardships of life, and loss. She won her first eco poetry contest at Wenatchee Valley College in 2022. She has been published in The Comet, and featured on Poetry Soup in 2025. She is looking forward to growing and learning on her journey as a writer.
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