The Butterfly, and Me

Pic : Self

i sat quietly,
listening
to her words,

as she,
the queen
of change,

gently,
whispered
wisdom to me,

“this one life,
is only limited
by one’s mind,

for
transformations
to occur,

the past,
memories
and identities,

must be,
respectfully
left behind,

the leaf
was what,
helped me survive,

my food
my shelter,
once upon a time,

but now,
we’ve outgrown
each other,

in our seekings
from life,
in our different ways,

i owe my debts,
but i no longer
carry their weight,

i had a purpose,
but it has changed
from then to now,

and whatever i was,
is of no relevance
to the waiting flower,

so i let fall
with the raindrops
all that was me,

to spread
the wings now given,
to be all that i can be”.

© vidursahdev 2019