Somewhere between what she’d survived
and who she was becoming
was exactly where she was meant to be.
She was beginning to love the journey,
finding comfort in the quietest corners
of her wildest dreams.
They say people don’t change. . .
Well. . .
She wasn’t always this way. Even if she didn’t
change the entire world, she would change
her part of it. And she would affect those she
shared it with.
A butterfly, whose wings have been touched,
can indeed still fly.
Whether something was meant to be
or meant to leave
no longer mattered as much.
She would soak up the sun,
kiss the breeze,
and she would fly
regardless.

J. Raymond