…from my self-inflicted tragedies

Outside my window
I hear the rain falling and thunder raging
and I know I am safe
but I am encased in the darkness
aching to fly away from my pain
to escape from my cage
like a butterfly has its’ chrysalism
and can finally fly free
I hunger for that kind of peace
and I hunger for that tranquillity
to once again feel the me I used to be
just one more time
before my skin becomes beautifully withered
and my memories begin to fade away
before I no longer hear
his footsteps upon the boards
or worse, before I hear them
when they were no longer there
have you ever felt that fluttering
deep inside of you?
sometimes it is the harbinger of fear
sometimes it is the harbinger of joy
but mostly we will not know, until it happens
for better or worse
our butterflies know the truth
and they let us know in their own time
guiding us to that peace and tranquillity
and protecting us from chaos and harm
so I now happily surrender to the butterflies
to the blue skies and the I don’t know whys
I spread my wings and fly away
from my self-inflicted tragedies
and gently land far away, in soft serenity
©Ann Bagnall