Like the Butterfly
 
Like the Butterfly


like the butterfly she emerges
from her chrysalis, somewhat fragile
a bit unsure... wings, once stilled

by sorrow's weight, unfold and colors,
dulled by misery's stain, grow
bolder, more vibrant... though

still sore and tender her wounds no
longer bleed with grief, no longer
fester with misplaced anger... she breathes

deeply of renewal's strength, tastes
again the goodness of life, feels her
spirit surge within the soul and she

weeps for the healing, the acceptance
of loss, the certainty of continuance,
the gift of love... love that remembers

yesterday and touches eternity, love
that fills her heart with memories... it is
this love that tells her she will never

be alone, it is this love that soothes
the wounds, it is this love that lifts
her upon timeless winds of faith...

...like the butterfly.


© mdbadgerow 2009



My Brain Tease guess is... BUTTERFLY.





By Myrna D.

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