Part three ; where I realized she was a butterfly where I was just a caterpillar
Her wings were like
miracles.
Beautiful and perfect,
yet for her
alone.
She could show them to
those who wanted to see them
but she kept them
hidden.
Because she knew
if only one would
find out
they would try to abandon her,
to kill her
or to put her in a
jar
because she was
d i f f e r e n t.
~
I saw Snow White and the Huntsman yesterday. I loved it
