The Rise of the Butterfly
I have cried all my bodies.
I was seed, caterpillar and closed night.
I inhabited the silence
and I broke a thousand times inside.

But something in me
-an invisible thread,
an ancient memory-
knew that one day
would awaken the wings.

And that day has come.

Now the sky inhabits me.
A spiral of light
rises from the chest
like a secret song of the soul
that rearranges each cell,
every line of my being.

My gaze pierces the veils
and in the golden reflection of my eyes
there is no shadow anymore,
only the memory intact
of who I always was.