like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon
I raise my own tattered wings to the sky
cursing the inadequacies,
throwing away all doubts,
shedding my second skin of half-truths
thrown into my head
by words so keen on my own destruction.
by time that had stopped for three hundred days.
by a pen that seemed never ending,
inhibiting the thoughts within my head.
with a new smile in my eyes
I take a newfound strength in my arms,
lift up my wings
and bring myself into a new flight.
been gone awhile but still writing...
Take me to the swan-graced waters...
Where dragonflies would visit,
and skim the surface on tireless wings.
I’d sit with the grounds’ keepers
- the cicadas.
whose shrill song and calls
would only echo through the sparse foliage
and trees - entrancing me into a state of
A calming solitude,
that enables the eyes
to lapse into a deep,
unjudged gaze into the lake.
And as time slows to a halt,
each breath would lengthen...
The sun would dip into the distant edge
of the lake.
And my heart would skip
as it interprets the dance of the sun
on the water.
A notion far too grand
to grace terrestrial minds.
A vision of laced tapestry -
an ostentatious display of
A dream so light
A dream so majestic.
A dream that remains
by earth-encrusted hands.
There is beauty
in these depths.
But you’d have
to see it.
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love."
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
She opened her heart to you
like a butterfly opens its wings
Gently and with caution
But also full of excitement and hope
You showed her the beauty and strength
she had within
So she put her heart in the palm of your hands
for what she hoped, would be the last time.
between you and me,
i'm still rooting for us.
maybe not in this lifetime,
but in the end.