Butterfly

Once

Before my chrysalis
I was an ugly thing full of venom
Bound to the earth

And a pale soul

Air that spoke without meaning,
Without breath
Simply devoid.

Wrapped within myself
My spirit slumbered
Troubled

Grew

Transformed.

Now

I fly unencumbered, unalone.

Beautiful, I have surpassed my prior self.

Join us up here, where we fly and do magic.