Poem -
Transformation
The rain came
and she thought about the butterfly
that seeks shelter till the storms pass
so it can fly once again,
The wings of her thoughts took flight
and she morphed from the cocoon of sadness
into the cosmic heights in one leap of faith,
Fluttering in lightness and grace!
Showers of butterflies tickled her heart
and she danced,
Danced to her own drums…
Danced in the mud…
Danced to the end of days…
So she can lift her clay feet off the ground
and rise above and transcend,
Up, towards the light
That resides within.
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Comments
Free spirits are envied the whole world over .. Freed spirits are even more so .. A real treat Bernadete .. Neville
Good way to see it, you’re very thoughtful, Neville.
Thank you for the visit, mate.
Bernadete
Far being from me
The kingdom of God is within
The answer is within
As too
The train runs true
A theme emerges
Self discoveries?
Thank you Rory. Self discoveries?
Always working in this one.
“The answer is within” dead right, mate. Keep well, B
Much appreciated, Lorris.
Thank you for reading my work.
Bernadete
Happy to have you here, Ian.
Warmest wishes, B
Wow, some morphing indeed ✌️ love the build up and lines dancing like a butterfly. We see way too few butterflies nowadays. This helps keeping the memories alive and fluttering... Hanx 4 sharing/caring