Published by Anti-Heroin Chic
perhaps you must be a butterfly,
knowing darkness before your
the damp unfurling of your wings,
in the warm light of a new dawn.
we thought you were flying,
no one saw this coming.
you will be stronger for the wait,
brighter through the flame you thought might
no one can singe you now, what might have
dimmed you makes you shine.
no one saw it coming,
you have wisdom now
gained through pain and searing, not a moth
drawn to every light form with no
most glorious of colors in flight,
you gaze at you with newborn awe.
no one saw this coming,
that you fly higher than before