When a person becomes broken numbness fills their heart.
Colors fade, washing out the joy from the start.
She was full of hurt, pain, and depression,
She cocooned herself in a metamorphic regression.
Layer upon layer, crest to shell
A barrier from life put her under a spell.
Grey turned black, the abysmal dark swallowed all hope...
...patience, until time patched the ability to cope.
Sunshine kissed the wall of her shell,
There was a stirring, a flutter, within the helm.
She broke free with the strength that carries her will,
Spreading her wings, in the light, that shines upon her still.
Her beauty and elegance is spread wherever she goes
Like a butterfly with pollen, giving life to a rose
In her effortless flight she goes any where, any time, any place,
But she does not fly, she floats, flying takes effort, floating takes grace.
Like the butterfly, she has an unbalanced synchronicity
A bit clumsy sometimes, but she continues to the best of her ability.
But the stronger she gets, her happiness she'll find,
And the light that broke through will continue to shine.
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