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Butterflies in Hell (Ted A. Richard-Church Point, LA)


Wrapped up tight in this cocoon of despair;
Nothing makes sense.
I know that I’m supposed to be something beautiful
But all I see in here is dark and ugly.
There are no mirrors, no reflection of
The me  I’m supposed to be.
How am I supposed to know my destiny.
I can feel myself changing,
But it’s not change that I can see.
And then,
My cocoon begins to unravel.
Slowly at first, and then quickly.
I can feel the former me emerging from the darkness
And I can finally see the beautiful creature I have become.
And I am Happy!
I am Proud !
I am Free !
I am ME !!!

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