my young heart
frail and trusting
little girl so so little
gentle and open
gradually worn down
by cruel hands words hands words
my butterfly heart
cannot fly away

so young so small
trapped in the hands
hands of those supposed to care
supposed to love, gently gently
supposed to
but dont

flitting flitting butterfly wings
of my little heart
hands that hurt

pushed my butterfly heart
into a glass jar
it can be seen as beautiful
but its stifling and sore
tattered and torn

captured
captured
by others
by myself by fear
wings tattered & torn
a glass cage
for so long

my heart my heart
captured by hands that hurt
long time ago long long time ago
beloved yet harmed
captured by ones that hurt me
so long time ago long long

and slowly the lid
slowly the lid
that lid
loosened
was made loose
turned open

and the butterfly heart
tattered and torn
hurt and sore
scared of outside in
outside out
scared to fly

listened

to the open sky calling

empty clouds
calling
empty sky
blue blue blue

hands words gone
so long ago gone
tatters healing
wings powder returned
able to fly but
unable to trust the winds of life
the hands of those
supposed to care had hurt

butterflyheart unable to trust
the hands of Life
the hands of Love
the hands of God...
"where have you been?" the butterflyheart cries
"why did you let me be hurt?"
butterflyheart calls out
"can i endure it again? please no"
butterflyheart fears
"please let it all be ok"... "please"
butterflyheart prays
the sky calls
wind whispers with open hands
"its ok. its all ok."

wings are made for flight
tatters may stay tattered
but flight is your birthright
and chrysalises is the key
transformation based on trust..

and so my butterfly heart
climbed up to the tip
of the open lid
of the glass cage
of hiding (but seen)
tired of being seen
and not free
but the night passed

and so my butterflyheart
balanced on the ridge
on the tippy edge ridge
and waited
and waited

then the whispering winds
of the east new beginnings
at dawn
softly lifted my tattered wings
up up softly up
whispered in my ear 'its ok"
and i let go
let go
and gently rose
into the pink sky
of empty sunrise

trusting the hands of God
the hands of God
to guide my flight
in breeze
or in storm
building trust trust trust
in Life
in Love
in love
in me
in you
in love
in love
in life
in death
in me
in you
in all
in all
in All




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a humble offering
Peace,
Renee

ps. i appreciate and incorporate feedback into any later drafts... thanx for your co-creation...