Butterfly

My exterior shows no signs of wreckage;

I am a master at concealing my defects and self afflicted bondage;

Do I dare ask is it now my time to enjoy the intricate vessels of my story;

Taste the sweet waters till I am intoxicated with no more worries;

Piece by piece like a puzzle the beginning of metamorphosis finally begins;

The posers expunged from my psyche end on end;

The revelation of my golden light;

The illumination of the shades that have settled in as squatters no longer shining as bright;

As my cocoon departs ways and my true form comes to be;

My one goal now is to find my perfect tree;

My wings now full grown riveting colors often found on the most perfect noon day;

Maybe more like a raindrop hit with the mesmeric light of the suns rays;

Soaring proud with only love to exonerate any presence resembling what could have, should have or may;

My sites now set on planting my seeds;

There is so much to choose from must I only choose one way to be freed?

Who is this I see standing alone?

Why does her heartbeat sound like a hollow hole?

Her tears dating back to ones before her

Carrying their burdens as if she is the rightful owner;

The river no longer running towards her

The separation becoming further and further;

With no thought or apprehension my wings begin to spread , and surround this dimmed light , nourishing it, feeding it and keeping it warm;

Ensuring the growth and ultimate ignition of a flame so bright no one can detour;

My perfect tree on this perfect day

Embracing the oneness many keep so far away.