Butterfly Soul

A red mist covered my eyes, as I remembered what once was and could not be again. 

My thoughts filled with visions of revenge and envy but my heart knew this was not where my soul would live. It would free itself of those rusty chains you used to lock me up. It would rid itself of hateful words and seething jealousy; it would fly. 

Slowly and awkwardly like a new butterfly emerging; soon to discover its freedom. Bright, flying towards the sun, warmth and lightness dancing in my heart. Joy in life remembered. A soothing breeze, the ocean’s wash upon the sand. The spiral drift of a leaf from a tree. The laughter of children. Oh, to be free and unshackled. Glory. 

Alas, too soon, like the short life of the butterfly, my soul’s flight ended. It died as quickly as it soared. Crushed by the agony of echoing words and remembered wounds. Unable to fight against the darkness that comes back time and again to remind me of the little value you left me with. To curl up in a ball and hide once more.