flight of the butterfly, rising free
Silent breezes from a
quiet heart flow
Birds’ pleasant chatter
fills the restless air
God, please hear my prayer
Show me you are here
Fill my soul with peace
Take away my fear
the echoes from the past
continue to taunt me
the demons in my attic
they love to haunt me
the fear that bound me
returns so quickly, quietly, easily
words, ideas, accusations
from without, bolstered by the ghosts within
threaten to pull me back into the darkness
into the familiar mire, toward the abyss
so easy, it would be, to surrender to the dark winds
but i won't, i won't die
i will cry, i will try
i will reach out my hand
and weep as my eyes brave the light