Butterfly
Butterfly
In the silence of regret, we lose our faith
In the noise of anger, we lose ourselves.
Find me a place where faith is healed
A place of refuge where I may grow like the wings of a butterfly,
Where my metamorphosis will empower my flagging will.
Let me feel the beat of your angelic wings against the cheek of my heart,
So that I may know what it feels to be loved.
Fear not my unawakened soul,
In you it will find its complement
Then only will I be complete...
Copyright © Beverley Abrahams | Year Posted 2020
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