Free again, a wonderful, but frightful feeling –
With mixed emotions that leave me reeling.
Free as the butterfly – a sight to behold,
With sunshine and flowers and nights too cold.

Are butterflies really free?
Or, just seemingly so to me?
Are they bothered by horrendous pasts --
By ghosts and fears that seem to last?

Can you ever be free as a butterfly?
Or, must we be chained to memories ‘til we die?
Maybe we will only be truly free in our dreams;
Free, as the butterfly only seems.
                                                                                           ~ SKS ~