Butterflies do not lie.
Life begins
in the dark. A life confined.
Dependent on
an outer shield,
a shield designed to stifle pain,
to resist truth – a way of protecting
the inside. One day is
all that is allowed
for this life.
They can majestically transform
from what they were
to what they are.
Escaping the nurturing cave
which once was enough
should breathe life to this life;
freedom comes from flight.
Butterflies know
regardless of orientation,
the direction which they
must fly. Butterflies
do not lie.
