There’s a butterfly in there
So quiet.
Important yet fragile
Inside of me.
A whispering butterfly
And she wants to come out
And flutter about
Across the universe.
To show the world how beautiful she is.
Graceful..
Colorful. Majestic.
But …
What if the world doesn't recognize her beauty?
What if her soft grace is my mirage?
What if her color quickly fades?
What if they don't bow
Or even nod
To her majesty?
There is a busy butterfly in there
Silently she flutters
Flutters around, without a sound.
She lets me know when I'm in trouble
And when I'm in love.
When to run
When to fight
And when to cry.
When to be happy
When to be scared.
She tells me because she's my friend.
My beautiful, busy,
Fragile, fluttering friend
The butterfly I keep in there.
Sometimes she sneaks out
In the form of a tear
Or the perfect words
At the perfect time.
A belly laugh. A wink.
The knowing squeeze of a hand.
A smile and nod. A lingering glance.
A bear hug.
A song.
My sneaky butterfly breathes.
And I breathe the sweetest air
From under her wings.
But I stop.
Stop!
I have to stop her!
I catch her in my net
And push her back in
And tell her no.
No!
Stupid little butterfly
Stay in there! You can't come out!
They might not like you the way
I like you.
Don't you understand?
What if they think you're ugly?
What if you're ugly like me?
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