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.
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