Beginnings


Dear person:
From the point of view of your soul,
Why do you drift
yourself
from
us?
Take a look in the mirror…
Someday we’re going to be free…
Yours truly,
Your Serenity
This was the beginning
The beginning of it all
The beginning of her free Spirit
The process would take years
To attain peace of mind
Years of loss and darkness
Tumbled right over her body
But she’d find her path
Because she knew freedom was in her soul
She knew someday she’d be a beautiful butterfly
Caterpillars were food for the birds
She was a beautiful being looking for the flowers
That was then, this is now
She now soars the skies
Writing letters to the people
Using the dead flowers disconnected from the trees
Showing everyone what she used to say
To herself
In her darkness

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