breaking through the cocoon walls
with nothing but small feet
and powdery wings
this is the power of a dream
from safety
to the unknown of flight
this is the self in the making
there’s a universe of air
so why do butterflies
go it alone
fluttering crazily
from flower to scent
to knee deep in nectar
exposed
beautiful
and expectant
©A. D. Joyce, 2015
A. D. Joyce 
tough and tender simultaneously…and insightful…as always
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Hey, Doug, how are you? Nice to see you and thank you for your comment. x
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Love it! Thanks Adriene!
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Thanks so much, SJ 🙂
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You posted this delightful poem within hours of creating it. You’re amazing, Adriene!
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And you’re an amazingly creative and inspiring friend who helped me bring this to the fore. Thank you ❤
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Thanks, Adriene. It works both ways – you too are an amazingly creative and inspiring friend!
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