Butterflies

My mind is a blank
Thoughts and words fly through
Like butterflies
Only to flutter by
Not leaving a mark beyond delicate footprints
Soft marks on an otherwise blank slate

My mind is numb
Not feeling that which I know I must feel
Not allowing time to progress
Frozen in a state of undying
Unliving
Protection, perhaps, or fear
Of feeling

My mind is empty now
The butterflies have fluttered by
Void of all thought
All emotion
An empty shell
A husk that appears to be
Normal
Okay
Fine
On the outside
But nothing remains inside