Grade 7
I believed this was the year
The year I broke free from my cocoon.
I could have been the most beautiful butterfly in this school full of poisoned flowers.
But alas
A sickness.
My mother fell ill.
"We will get through this. I'll live for you."
Never make a promise you can't keep.
Next year, she died.
Right before my eyes as if she waited for me to be ready for it and release.
She
She was the most beautiful butterfly of them all.
She
She was the one that escaped the butterfly net.
She
She is Free.
