Butterfly

In the cocoon that is made from a memory
of your loving, warm embrace;
I rest my hairless head
upon weakened knees
and wipe tears from my lashless face.

There is light here all around me,
below me, behind me;
it soothes me, makes me strong.
It feeds my soul with all it needs
to keep my weary body, keeping on.

And when the physical,
chemical onslaught ends
and I slowly start to heal,
I look back towards this precious place
and wonder, was it real?

But then I remember
the love that was there.
This well within, won’t run dry.
My transformation is not yet complete,
but I have somehow, learned to fly.

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