If you took a look at her

The butterfly in my hands

You’d never think that a caterpillar

Could become this

So Beautiful

But I knew

I always did

I always saw the potential

Even when she couldn’t

Maybe that’s why

She could fly to me

She knew

That I would understand

The care it would take

To delicately shelter new wings

Wings that when first appeared

She was afraid to showcase to the world

She kept them wrapped

Tightly closed around her

Keeping in

Her pain


And insecurities

My love helped her relax

And unfold her beautiful wings

She let go of it all

They are now proudly spread wide

And now

She c@n fly…