flight of the butterfly, rising free
As my eyes look toward the brightening skies,
As my heart moves toward the power of providence,
As my thoughts turn to moments to come,
I am filled with the love that is our great gift.
disbelief
disillusioned
hurt one too many times
tempted to let the wound bleed free
an end to the tearless misery
take the child
to the great depths
free the pain
of life in the light
floating free
to certain death
breathe the water in deep
find a new place