BUTTERFLY

My spirit is that of a butterfly
Beautiful creature that loves to fly
No matter how fragile
It captivates us with its dance

As I stand on this cliff
I spread my arms as if they were wings
Adrenaline rushes through my veins
The wind gently rocks me back and forth

I can hear the sound of the waves below me
My eyes I keep close
The smell of the salty water strange and raw
Delicious and distinct

The walls they imposed did not stop me
There are no limits to my gypsy spirit
My eternal search for feeling alive
Reminds me of butterflies seeking nectar to survive

As the wind caresses my cheeks 
I gently start to sing
I can feel goosebumps
What a bliss!

Suddenly and with delicacy I throw myself back
Gently landing on the grass
The earth always faithful catches me
Rays of sunshine on my skin
Reminding me I am alive 
I am here to write my story
I am here to just be me

Like a butterfly's pattern, I am unique
My story is not yours 
Nor my magick
Nor through my mouth can you speak

Find your voice my friend
Discover your mystique
Then spread your wings
And soar high and free

Sofia E. Falcone