Let The Wind Take Me

Butterflies flutter in the summer sun

sipping nectar from blue flowers

I am alone

enjoying their play.

.

I miss hearing a voice

that tells me I am loved

that the longing is strong

that he’s thinking of me.

.

I miss seeing a face

that smiles, even in hardship

that lights up

my life.

.

I miss breathing in the scent

of my closest friend

who sparks

my desire.

.

I miss tasting the salt

that cleanses and gives life

even after tears

have run down his cheek.

.

Where is my future

among these fluttering butterflies

so effortlessly wrapped in carefree trust

as if nourishment just appears

.

Why do I feel trapped

Bound by thoughts

Held down by worry

My shoulders weighed down.

.

Should I learn from butterflies

just let the wind take me

to where the nectar of joy is found

Loosen my grip and follow.

.

A friend who stirs something deep

But lives his own life

Share it with me, beautiful one

I am so much more.

.

The work is done

Loneliness thunders

against my quiet being

Once again.

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🖋 Author's Note

This poem was born in the quiet space between doing and being — where the noise of everyday tasks had faded and the weight of longing returned. I just returned from my work, and I long for life. In a few days I should have celebrated my weddingday, but my husband died last year. I miss him.

I wrote it while watching butterflies dance in sunlight, unbothered, light, and free. In their fragile flight, I saw both hope and heartache. I had all of a sudden tears in my eyes because of their freedom.

This piece is for anyone who feels alone in a world that moves too easily without them.

May we all find a breeze strong enough to carry us somewhere warm.