Drowning Transformed Me

Like a bat in the night
I fly
Wondering why
How could I have fallen from that tree?
Looking for answers that can’t be seen
Listening but hearing nothing
Smelling the sweet smell of live roses
While dead roses cry
I'm now in rivers that I can’t swim in
Gasping for air
Unsure where I was going
Until floating up from a river of tears
I recognize each drop as old and new fears 
And I am a butterfly