She was once a worm yet blossomed and became a butterfly,
so beautiful, full of life and clothed with strength,
to fly higher than the clouds for only the sky is the limit.
So far she has traveled the universe,
traced the treasures and found smiles within her lineaments,
believed it was always gonna be summer,
where the sun rays are never ending,
until she flew beyond her limits and broke her wings.

Her veil were divided in between,
while she hid behind the curtain of shame,
walking through the street of frustrations,
while her eyes spoke volume of agony.
Stepping outside with a Sunday morning blues,
Hours feeling like days,
and days into months,
As she walked miles of impossibility.

Look to the right, look to the left,
sailing with no luck,
Again to the right and to the left,
and this time around reaching a kilometre,
And she could smell the fragrance of victory,
Closed her eyes to see from within,
sail as if tomorrow wasnt a promise
and soar into the highest of the highest
Only to realise that only her wings were broken,
not her strength, her courage neither her capabilities,
She is still the same beautiful butterfly.
© HOPE.N❤️