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Escapes my lips.
As I struggle
To explain myself
About the butterfly
Who graces
My true inner soul.
Flying freely
In the late spring sky
On a warm May afternoon.
Knowing
Your skeptical look
Upon hearing
My soul's story.
How I emerged
From my male cocoon
With her.
Tattooed
Upon my entire back.
Freeing me
From my inner darkness
With each stroke
Of her gossamer wings.
As I complete
My metaphoric journey
Into womanhood
And self-acceptance.
Therisa © 2015
Author notes: Written for a contest, on a writing site, that I, no longer use.
