Self preservation a protector,
Clipped wings fearful to see beyond,
to take that flight into a world that tethered,
an empty shattered heart,
Are you my believer,
My protection from the rain,
Can you see where we are to feed on the pollen,
that powdered my domain,
Are you willing to patch the lace threads,
sew them back again,
Offer comfort and the simplicity of a hug,
Watch me changing upon a metamorphic,
Rise from the chrysalis ,
and be your butterfly....



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