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
Love this!!! Makes me smile to hear this!
fly lovely butterfly, she taught you well xo
This is beautiful, just beautiful. xo
WOW! Beautiful words.
You should publish this! I love reading your prose! HUGS!
You are evolving. And you ARE a beautiful writer.
xo
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
What a stunning poem of grieving and healing. Love the imagery and metaphor!
Truly beautiful!
Butterflies are beautiful...and all that go through to become their beautiful self is so humbling.
xoxo
beautiful post!
So moving...thank you for sharing this
wow. I get chills every time I read something powerful. I get chills everytime I read your writing. -Malory