i am evolving
changing
the ones that make me - me
i am hers
i am theirs
i am both
i am that butterfly
the one who as a caterpillar thought the world was over
who spent two years beating against the dark walls of her cocoon
feeling the pain leave its impressions on her skin
one day a crack appeared in my shell
allowing a small ray of hope to pour through
and i realized that i just might survive
i am changed
different
learning to fly
i am spreading my wings
admiring my colors
noting the spots and designs that loving her left
the ones that make me - me
i am evolving
and it feels good
fly lovely butterfly, she taught you well xo
ReplyDeleteLove this!!! Makes me smile to hear this!
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful, just beautiful. xo
ReplyDeleteWOW! Beautiful words.
ReplyDeleteYou should publish this! I love reading your prose! HUGS!
ReplyDeleteYou are evolving. And you ARE a beautiful writer.
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Moving forward feels a lot better than standing still. Holding Peyton close. Changing doesn't mean letting her go, its' just a new way of holding her.xx
ReplyDeleteWhat a stunning poem of grieving and healing. Love the imagery and metaphor!
ReplyDeleteTruly beautiful!
ReplyDeleteButterflies are beautiful...and all that go through to become their beautiful self is so humbling.
ReplyDeletexoxo
beautiful post!
ReplyDeleteSo moving...thank you for sharing this
ReplyDeletewow. I get chills every time I read something powerful. I get chills everytime I read your writing. -Malory
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