©Linda J. Wolff Find more @ www.wolffpoetry.com
If I was a butterfly, I'd fly.
But I'm not.
I once felt trapped in the cocoon of my pain.
But I found my voice.
I gave the pain a voice. I amplified its hurt.
The words couldn't choke me anymore.
I wasn't tongue-tied.
My tears of joy spilled like silk threads as they unwound.
I told them how they hurt me.
And how they let me down.
Why would one clip the wings of a butterfly you never met?