Like a Butterfly

Like a butterfly

flying from flower to flower,
touching each briefly, softly
always searching, feeling
hoping for the day when I find
a place of safety, a refuge
where I can rest sheltered,
loved and protected
but just when I thought
I found what I was looking for
it turns out to be false
and instead of sheltering and protecting me
it turns out to be what endangers me
hurts me and seeks to destroy
will I be able to fly away in time
to continue my search for the one spot that is meant for me?
like a butterfly...
from flower to flower