A Butterfly Learning to Fly
Wake up they say…
“You’re living in a utopia”
They don’t understand…
They don’t feel…
They don’t see me the way I know me.
So vivid, so imaginative, so optimistic.
She hides it from the world because it was never understood.
Only misunderstood.
Her visions for the world, her love and compassion towards others,
only a select few get to see it, get to know it.
She likes to feel loved.
She doesn’t do well with rejection.
She hesitates to avoid rejection.
She wants to be free.
She wants to blossom and bloom
She’s like a butterfly.
She’s in her caterpillar stage.
She’s going to blossom as a beautiful butterfly,
because she nurtured her own sensitivity first.
[s.t]