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Chelsea Irons Poem
Beautiful Blue Butterfly
In life we go through changes and we all start out as an egg, later down the line we grown into a larva in order to grow we had to eat and to eat was to survive. Once we ate and had all we could store we went into a deep slumber in our cocoon. To hibernate, to grow, to gain our wings, but see right before the cocoon is made that larva is a caterpillar that’s eager to find its place in the world alongside the other winged animals.
A caterpillar spends months preparing for the day that it will be able to make its cocoon and gain its wings. But for one special butterfly the beautiful blue one that tugs at my heart. I learned this beautiful blue butterfly never could gain her wings because she was afraid and no one around her seemed to care, she spent all her days and months not being able to eat because depression had decided to move in permanently without warning her first.
Maybe just maybe the beautiful blue caterpillar will indeed become the beautiful blue butterfly she’s longing to be but she has to trust the road she’s on will produce the fruit she wants it to bear as she awaits her turn, her cocoon finally begins to form and before she knows it she is on her way to gain those beautiful blue wings. She waiting to fly away.
In her cocoon she waits and dreams of the day she’ll be free to spread her beautiful blue wings as she soars through the sky for the whole world to get a glimpse of how beautiful things are when we wait for them to grow. Out of her cocoon she soars, fluttering through the summer air in hopes to find her true self and maybe even true love.
This beautiful blue butterfly now needs to gain some confidence in herself that she is growing, glowing and will eventually have her time to shine. She’s scared, timid ,worried that everything will go wrong she’s losing herself as she fights for those that she loves. Lost and confused racing thoughts, thoughts of clipping of her beautiful blue wings to fly no longer. This beautiful blue butterfly has to remain strong so out in the world as they knock her down she refuses to stay defeated.
This beautiful blue butterfly has gained the courage to live , to love, laugh and just be her beautiful strong self. Without the self doubt, self defeating acts and suicidal thoughts she fight against everything that was placed in her way to take her out but she refuses to go down to without putting up a fight. She is unique, strong, determined, self confident, and it all shows within her beautifully constructed blue wings.
She is a beautiful blue butterfly at last!
Copyright © Chelsea Irons | Year Posted 2024
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Chelsea Irons Poem
THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM!
They said I’m like the calm before the storm, that little glimmer of light out over the raging sea. The thin line between the sky and the sea. That ever so awkward feeling you get that puts you on the edge of your seat
The feeling you get when you’re unsure of the outcome or what role you play. The mixed up emotions and Unhealed traumas from the innermost part of yourself, that threatens to resurface from the dark abyss of you mind casting tumultuous waves all in and throughout your life.
See me I’m the calm before the storm, the stillness of a ticking time clock counting down each second , each minute and each hour waiting to release the years of suppressed feelings and emotions, alongside my own traumas and generational traumas and curses.
My calm over the years has evolved, leaving me unsure of the way I might react or if I’ll react at all. My calm these days just ain’t as calm anymore but can you blame me for that. For years, and I do mean years 26 years to be exact I’ve be silenced.
Told to push my feelings down and not express them, taught to stay in a child’s place and never tell anyone not even family what goes on in anyone else’s house even if it is hurting me. Told that I’ve always been naive and this is just the way the universe wishes to repay me.
Lost, confused, downright defeated the calm in me has begun to boil up steaming like the vegetables you steam in your cooking pots. Searching and praying for just one person who will just listen and no not listen to solve the problem or to simply have a response. But for someone who would dare to be different and just want to understand.
Tick Tock tick tock goes the timer on my calm because nowadays I am struggling to regain control over my calm before it turns into a storm. This beautiful crafted majestic blue butterfly has reached her limit bursting out the seam of my cocoon do I dare unleash my storm
Manipulated , abused, silenced and damn sure misunderstood I look around and silently respond to my calm, it’s time to release the storm that’s within me. So I can heal and grow cause God for sure knows I’ve learned and continue to learn what it truly means to be THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM
Copyright © Chelsea Irons | Year Posted 2024
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Rebirth
These days I feel like I’m going through a rebirthing, redefining and growth change. Most days I feel lost and in disarray unable to share my true thoughts and feelings. I just want to be free, free from dismay and defeat. Free from the comfortable and known. Free from me
Most days I sit with my head held down in defeat but deeply longing for a connection that will never severe. A connection that will help me to embrace myself once again, see I’m being rebirth and changed.
These days I feel so alone like nobody truly gets me , understands me, values me or needs me. Most days I’m just an endless ball of uncertainty just going through the motions you see. Right now I feel like I’m drowning in all the thoughts of me.
This rebirth is just a transitional stage for me. It’s a process that I must endure to recreate, redefine and rebirth the me that I’m destined to be. Everything that I have encountered and endured has been for that reason alone.
Now these days I walk with my head held high and my crown upright not allowing things, places and people to cause me to question who I am at my core. These days I smile brighter than before and it’s just so contagious.
No past hurt can change that for me I’m loving this phase of rebirth I’m in and nothing will change that for me. Say hello to the new redefined healed version of me.
Copyright © Chelsea Irons | Year Posted 2024
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