butterfly

 
uncovering true beauty
is she in there...
awaiting the tender kiss of the sun?

little vulnerable blossom
petal by petal opening  
to reveal the real me
 
I'm frightened because she is gentle
hidden for so long now
no one knows her
possibly not even me
 
her thoughts...quiet whispers
I can barely hear
she is singing now
knowing her day of freedom has come
 
Brenda kind soul
shackled by a drug
the storm raged
somehow she survived
 
emerging now quietly she comes
in dream time I saw her
the demons said she would never write
she answered my voice will be heard
 
in the delicate rain, she stood
taking in the fresh air
a new day before her
 
evolving stretching
substance abuse my cocoon  
transforming into the beauty  
I was made to be