Feeling grounded, weighted down. The world’s upon my shoulders. Feel my footing loosing grip, I’m covered up in boulders. The suffocating pain of life is almost too much to bear; I’d leave this world of suffering but for the ones that care.
I’ve lost myself inside this storm. The winds are whirling round. I feel so lost and cast-away. I’m sure I’ll not be found. Lacking Love, a heart neglected, it’s a dark and lonely place. I seek some light in this dark tunnel; looking for some grace.
My youthfulness is fading. My hope is growing dimmer. I search the sky for one small star to wish upon that shimmers. My world is crumbling down around; inside I feel I’m dying. I find it hard to leave my bed because I’m always crying.
I seek security in life; to find the Promised Land. I remember Happiness is a choice that is within my hand. And like a butterfly slowing leaving the cocoon. I realize I can find myself; I can change just like the moon.
Slowly, the layers peeling back, my wings begin to show. The world is feeling lighter; the winds no longer blow. The boulders crashing down are gone, I feel renewed and fearless. The pain it’s gone; taken away, by love, hope and forgiveness.
Smiles have replaced the tears, my life has renewed hope. The colors of my wings they shine; with all things I can cope. I learned to be the butterfly; my life could rearrange. All I had to do was from the caterpillar change
 
Cottagegirl 12/14/15