Shards of her past
Whisper regrets lasted
Persisted beyond finished
Scars deeply caving
Though new passions raving
Her soul careening
Where light is beaming
A place that’s real, one she’s been dreaming
Now is the time of reveal
A lifting of her pain-staken veil
Emerging from her life-long cocoon
To share her butterfly
Such delicate things
But vibrant in color
A fullness to bear
The lightest yoke, just and fair
She, a new woman,
Rises, makes her presence known,
when all those years before she tried and couldn’t
We delight in the beauty of the butterfly but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty. -Maya Angelou
Thank you for your visit. This poem came to me on a walk yesterday. It is so overwhelming sometimes to think how far I have come with God, understanding of course that He is far from finished. All photos today are from Pixabay.com.
Are there ways you feel new? Have you sought change in your life and not found it?
Feel free to start a conversation in the comments.
Have a blessed day.