I HAVE NO WINGS
I have no wings”, said the butterfly
forgetting that her wings are her glory
rejecting self
rejecting possibilities
hiding discreetly
or not so discreetly behind the thin veneer of safety
by not existing
even though her wings are softly fluttering
dancing
breathing colors
giving hope
sadly wasting the very gifts she came to give
I embrace the butterfly within
rising up like a multi-colored queen
breath and breathing again all the flavors of life
and touching sparkles of crystal rain
from an azure sky of velvet depth
and clouds
and wings unfolding more and more
as wings are the gift for giving.
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