“A Butterfly Away”
Before I knew the butterfly’s name, I
knew of its wings,
I knew of its dark
shadows and ability to transform
things.
My Grandma said, “Better days
will come.”
A young caterpillar enjoys
the Rising of the Sun.
As I look into all
that I hope to achieve,
I realize I’m no
longer stationary; I shall soon have to
leave.
For many moons have called
upon my name….
I’ve heard the cries
of many skies and still I came….
To spend my transformation where
I’m appreciated the most,
One butterfly
away from peace. “A Butterfly Away”
from my post.
Poetic X