am writing, Love & War, Prose, Ramblings, Soul Stuff

This Way

I wasn’t born this way.

I wasn’t born in pain.

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am writing, Love & War, Prose, Ramblings

Butterfly

I watched you flutter above my hand. I was always ready for when you would fly away and find elsewhere to perch. I watched you closely but held you loosely. I was always ready to let you go. Funny how now that you flutter away, I chase after you…