A Butterfly’s Harvest Poem by Janet Willemien Mulligan

Please let me follow in your footsteps
To be the one to become the best
I won’t evade what I know
I will share the light of the show
I will stay behind to clean up the mess
That is left after all who choose to undress
Someone must be the light in the sky
Otherwise these poor buds will wither and die
Without some directional help
Their fear will not burn to rejuvenation
It will, in turn, let them all melt.
Away from the good, that is transformation