“Butterfly…”

Butterfly,

flutters by

the window of the Soul.

Notice, then,

that you are in control of nothing.

Unafraid,

be settled by courage,

to forge ahead…

rise out of the boat…

afloat upon water

of

joy-stained tears.

Not organised by protests of past emotion,

torn from pages of doubt.

Dear Butterfly,

you’re utterly ready,

from your cocoon,

to fly out.

 

 

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