Butterfly

I'm not sure if its good- I'm trying to find better word for this poem, there might be different outcome with "Butterfly" this is first one. Please do leave your opinion of this in comment thanks... And sorry if its long, I just refined it again
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A girl with a
Crooked wings,
Tattered and torn,
Old and worn
Unable to fly

She spun this
Threads of silk
Around her like a
Barrier of steel which
Soon became her cocoon

For years and years
She stayed inside
Shed all tears,
For all woes
She held inside

Aging comes with years
So does wisdom
As well as mending
And a soft lingering
Of faded memories

Building the scars
Over the wounds,
Covering the hurts
Strengthen the weak
And a meek within

Cocoon tattered and worn
From years and years
Throughout the storms
Yet, shielded meekly girl
From the worst of the worst

As the ray light of sun shines
Through tattered tear of old and
Worn cocoon of hers,
Caress and kisses her
Softly with its warmth

Her eyes fluttered open
As ray light from the sun
Filled the darkness
In her cocoon,
Safe, and sounded

Through the tattered tear
She could see colorful rainbow in
The reflection of beautiful
Droplets of morning dew, glittering
Spreading across blue massive skies

As she tear the tattered tear
Breaking free from old and worn
Cocoon that once was a home to her
Spreading mended wings
Scars covering the wounds, unseen

Wings as brand new
She flew away, freely
At last, free
Where no one can
Tear wings of hers

She flew away, freely
At last, free
Where no one can
Break wings of hers
Free and beautiful

Fly away, my butterfly
Fly away and be free
Beautiful and graceful
Fly high and fly free, my butterfly