Young swift legs running once again from a problem,
in fear, trampling over every single potential blossom.
The shouting in Anika's home never ended,
no matter how much her mother's pride had bended.

Within minutes she wound up winded by a lake,
with so much anxiety and anger her hands did shake.
As another scared and lost girl before her discovered,
it was by this lake that a strange old woman hovered.

Without a word the woman handed her a ring,
with no warning of what the trinket would bring.
On it a monarch butterfly was the main feature,
and all of a sudden all her emotions did reach her.

The butterfly was her grandmother's most cherished,
and Anika had clung to them since she perished.
Her tears started to flow in front of the stranger,
and the girl clung to her, hoping she wasn't a danger.

"Put it on when there is too much for you to face,
when all your fears swirl and your heart does race.
I know from all your worries you wish to escape,
but running away greatly changes your soulscape."

Suddenly the woman disappeared in a flash,
and Anika out of shock did to the ground crash.
She woke to the frantic shaking of her mother,
wondering if she needed to run to get her brother.

Anika assured her she could walk on her own,
all the while wondering how long she'd lain prone.
The ring still clutched tightly in her right hand,
finding that she could truly on her own feet stand.

The girl was brought home and given a rest,
and the ring's power had not yet received a test,
but the day would come when Anika had a choice,
to fly away or to use her trembling hands and voice.

A few week's had gone right on by,
and still Anika had not learned how to fly.
It was just another school day with her friends,
a group of girls not seen through a loving lense.

All struggled with their looks and their weight,
and...