Dear words,
you gave me so much
when life had given me so little.

Like glue,
I clung to you,
and you held me -
confused,
saddened by life’s choices.

It was writing
that breathed me alive
when I was dying inside.

You carried me to see the butterflies,
until I became one -
large and blue,
with radiant spots.

I have always owed you
my wings.