Day started bright and early, headed out to do an activity with a group of people. People I hardly know, yet they know me…
Throughout the day we were mostly working outside in the hot sun. I don’t do too well in the heat…
Feeling of loneliness in the crowd of people began to set in. No happiness could be found…
There was one thing that kept the spirits up, seeing those pretty butterflies and dragonflies fly around happily. They kept me going and working…
After many hours pass, the group begins to take their leave. I begin to pack up too…
On my way to my car, I see the most amazing sight fly in front of me. A black butterfly…
I stand there staring at it, mesmerized. Never in my life have I seen one before…
It flies in front of me and lands on the grass soon after. I try to approach it…
Once I got close, I just sat near it and stared some more. I had no where to go anyways…
I sit there with the butterfly and I just think to myself, “What could a black butterfly mean…?”
Thought of a black rose. Means death or the end of something…
Thought of a black cat. Means misfortune or bad luck…
The day was filled of seeing butterflies, yet this one was the last one to see of the day. A greeting…?
It flies away, slowly. The creature was having a hard time flying against the wind…
Time to take my leave as well. The thought of the butterfly stayed in my mind…
Once home, I sit and think to myself, “What could this mean…?”
That black butterfly greeted me when I was alone. Why…?
I sit alone waiting. Waiting for what is to come…
Or possibly, what has already came and is waiting for me to realize what has happened….
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That’s a beautiful story Dark Snow Leopard. It’s great that you have this strong and sensitive connection with nature. You also seem to have a feeling for poetry and symbolism.
What is a black butterfly, for me? It could be many things, but what I would take from it is this. Darkness is all around. The hand of God (or whatever) is upon those of us who wrestle with suicidal thoughts and depression. That is a heavy burden. The butterfly shows that even with all this darkness in our lives and thoughts, life is still in essence beautiful and free.
It is also rare and precious (the first black butterfly you have ever seen). There’s a phrase in the Bible: ‘the treasures of darkness’. The terrible travails we, the depressed and suicidal, endure in our lives can yield great richness and depth to those lives. So the black butterfly symbolises being chosen, special, rare and infinitely precious.
Forgive the clumsy way I have expressed this. And thank you so much for sharing this story. Zoe x
Thank you, this means a lot to me during these dark times in my life.
And no problem, just a way to help me vent and get some of the stress off.
Again, thank you ~ <3