Butterfly #Poetry

We are at a stand off

in my truth and light,

My truth is rooting

deeper into the rocks

Into the core of the Earth

like the familiar

knives of grief

Like an epic rebirth

of my inner child






An intricate pattern

Dripping and

weaving swirls below

My deep green eyes

Dried tears have become

my war paint –

glittering like pure snow,

Becoming a tapestry of light

that my wounds have etched

to tell my story, of all I know,

The butterfly inside of me-

And you stand there staring-

Watching me grow

Watching me rise,

Rising like the woman I am,

Because I finally can-

Rising like a star from dust,

Rising to right here right now

& because I must

I rise to this very occasion,

To fly.

About Gretchen McIntire (formerly Leary)

I am 34 years old, I live in the Raleigh area, and I am writing from the perspective of an individual with Asperger's Syndrome.
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