Therapy sesh pt 4
I am like a butterfly
Coming out of its cocoon,
No longer a caterpillar,
Insides no longer just goo
But a beautiful mess of thoughts and ideas.
I am filled now
With rage and anxiety
And passion and hope
And love and kindness,
And i will float on and on
Until i can't float anymore.
Maybe i'm not like a butterfly,
Maybe i'm like a human,
All bundled up in the cold
With no wings to warm myself
As i shiver half to death
And my fingers crinkle
While i warm myself
Under the shower
And hope beyond everything else
That when i wake up tomorrow,
I'll be a butterfly.
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