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Written from inside the soul of a butterfly.

Submitted: April 28, 2017

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Submitted: April 28, 2017





My predisposed demeanor of alchemy envelops my destiny without choice,

this questionable stage of my existence I did not ask for.

No sight of understanding I’ve gained yet on this process of life,

but blindly and bravely, I continue to believe in its goodness.


The unknowing of such awe look not at me twice-

Easily dismissed I am as ordinary,

but the journey ahead tugs at my optimistic nature.


There’s an ineffable magic I keep but know not where it will take me,

I trade my trepidation for patience and find comfort in whispers of intuition.

My dreamy state offers subduction and collects my energy as toll,

without a glimmer of attention except for my own,

I become friends with my spirit.


Encased in darkness but incredibly aware, I realize it is only by eye

that others first detect change.

No transparency surrounds me as the hard work of solitude carries on-

Fervently protecting the un-veil with due time.


And effortlessly one day like waking from a long abstraction,

I was me on the outside now, as my heart beauty-fully

Unfolded on my sleeves.


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