stars, scars and butterflies

STARS, SCARS AND BUTTERFLIES

Last night, through tired eyes from sleepless nights, I saw butterflies.

Last night, through bitter shards of tears and fears, I washed a river through my eyes.

My heart, each beat a hope for something more, felt broken, pieces sprawled within my core.

I took the pain, felt the strain of my butterfly effect remorse.

I held the hurt, unspoken words became my daggers of denied.

I can't ignore that it is mine, not yours - my faith is mine to find.

Each stolen night, a plight - a fight against the truth of my design -

Each broken thought, each lesson taught, all taunting in my grabbing mind.

As moon shone down, I ached, awake in yesterday's remorse,

I held each pain as though my hope and happiness was lost,

Then as I fell into the well of touching heaven's sweet release,

I felt the glow of every no - the hidden hold that played within my free.

It's then they came, these sweet butterflies so dark yet clearly full of light,

They filled the room, my soul enamoured by their bountiful delight.

They fluttered free, each set of wings so dark yet twinkling as stars -

My sweet release came from the truth, it's true I heal, but too I make the scars