Butterfly

Butterfly 
So high above the world, I can feel the warm sun on my wings. The light shines brilliantly upon me, enhancing every beautiful color that makes up my existence  
Like the colors of flowers below me, I am peaceful and tranquil, admired and respected by all. The world was made for me. I admire my surroundings, the gentle breeze taking me to enchanted gardens, over sparkling waters. I feel the tickle of long grass as I pass over, not a fear, just pure enjoyment in my perfect world 
My heart yearns for that, as I close my eyes trying hard not to see the cage around me. I have lost my dust to touch, never to fly no more. I have been captured, trapped in a bottle, kept alive in appearance only. I am punished for eternity, tortured by my sight of the beautiful world I will never be a part of again. 
I cry to be free, I want to be free. I need to escape, but then I realize, I am damaged, I am not the same. Why should I bother, I should give up and accept my life as it has come to be.