Wtf, Butterfly?


“Wtf, Butterfly?”


What’s a pretty

little thing like you

doing with a magic

gold star tucked

inside her butterfly

pouch? The empty

pouch of unwantededness

you filled yourself,

freed by feeling

safe to know

in your body

at last what

the world wants

that you have

to give her,

something so

simple you can

hardly believe its power,

something so

huge you can’t

see how it fits

in that tiny pouch,

nestled softly into

feeling right, feeling

whole, feeling—

just someone who

understands  that

when she feels safe,

she can be amazing.