(in honor of those who struggle, in loving memory of Lisa & Maureen)
Early this morning I saw her,
her fluttered wings
caught my eye,
it was a day I knew very well,
another day I wanted to die.
Lying crumpled on my pillow,
muscles gripped, blood so hot,
her orchid hue approached me,
a tiny, little dot.
Soon, I felt a pulsing,
it encompassed every cell,
her flecks of gold and lavender
made we want to yell.
I pulled up the covers,
digging deeper in my bed,
then I felt her lashes tickling
my forehead.
Her touch was first
a whisper,
my bones so
taut and tight,
then I felt her wings
enfolding me in light.
And so, the dance began,
rocking side by side,
she came and came again
and came again,
she wouldn’t let me hide.
I thought I must be dreaming,
there was no way this could be.
This delicate,
purple butterfly
has set
me
free.
~February 8, 1:08am
