Butterfly

Water flows

Beauty grows

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I hang my head

They say the path was laid

The path was shown

But I saw nothing

Nowhere to go

I close my eyes, resigned to what shall be

I heard a gentle hum

An almost undetectable breeze kissed my cheek

I opened my eyes, only a peek

I saw the butterfly, its wings transparent,

barely visible

It’s fragile self braving this darkness,

this inner chaos,

to show me that I don’t have to be more than I am

When it rested albeit briefly upon my shoulder

I saw that it is not size,

or physical presence that brings power and strength

it comes from the primitive self

who could see a problem as a challenge

and tackle it with courage.

The butterfly passed, leaving this message forever in my heart

I hold the vibration within.

I now know that I will trip

and it is not the tripping that will define me

but the number of times

I stand

and stretch my wings