I will take your harshness,
prickly shell of scabs that have
scarred against new wounds.
And I will take the razors,
sharpened in your tongue
to ward against further disappointment.
And I will take the well of sorrow
that feeds your river of discontent,
drowning out all hope.
I will take all these things
and hold you gently in my hands,
honoring the butterfly
that still
is waiting to emerge.
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Love and hugs - S.
Um - Do you have any single butch friends who like older femmes? Maybe?
Thank you for showing me how I want to be.
I tried that once. After a while I finally figured out there was no butterfly waiting to come out, I was being used. I let go, but I let go with a lot of regret.
Some people get lucky, I guess.
Thanks JustMe, Mariana and Sveta - my friends with such beautiful hearts.
Sharon, ummm, I can't say that I do (Arkansas doesn't seem to have a booming population of that description) but I will certainly keep an eye out :)
Thanks Ellie.
Jules - hmmm, I do believe that you have probably already arrived at that destination.
Roy - I think that this is an act of companionship that must be devoid of expectation, and secondly, should not be where one entangles one heart. And there is always a butterfly, though it may be a species one does not recognize :)
I figured if one was a friend of yours they would be cool.
I feel the relationship with this piece to situations in my own life.
Ouch.
"the butterfly
that still
is waiting to emerge"
TD - I think that when we can step away from our own ego, we all have that sentiment within.
Ina - hugs.
Thank you, Tonia!
Your comments are as beautiful as your poem. Excellent....
Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~
He tried to explain his feeling, when connected to the primary source of inspired compassion from universe. Just before his early passing, he asked his lady of the feeling she had when holding and quieting her babies. She crossed her arms, tilted her face up to the tree tops and closed her eyes, while slowly and gently rocking. Thank you for your beauty Tonia
so glad you're writing...
It is delightful.
Through the pain and struggle, yours is such a loving and hopeful expression. It's like a little emotional filling station readers can pull into to refill their hearts with hope and trust in humanity.