I see your wings flap in the air.
I know, for sure, that you're still there.
I knew you'd be a butterfly.
I knew you'd want to overfly.
I see your beauty deep within.
I decided I want to begin.
This was originally written while I was gone camping with my family. I was missing my grandma more than normal, so I wrote about a butterfly. The butterfly, of course, being my grandma. She was always with nature: butterflies, birds, and especially flowers. My family always claims that when she died, she became a butterfly. It is her way of living forever.
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Rene Peters
I write what I know, usually in the form of poetry. I tend to lean towards mental health, epilepsy, and loss/grieving.
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