Unfolding Wings

Butterflies keep growing and dying in my tummy.

An exasperated feeling of freedom surging from bondage.

A scroll kept in the ages for too long .

A record wanting to be revealed.

Am I too scared to let 'em fly?

Or afraid to let the past die?

How about I try since they don't bite.

But how do I show'em the light?

Don't want'em mistaken as might!

Cos that just might be a blight.

I guess it's time to throw caution to the wind.

Time to live in the moment.

Time to be free and be me.

Time to claim my right in falls.

Also put myself first.

Praying on my journey.

Sharing the light with others.

Making the rules as I go too.

Since I don't know what's to come.

In sight or in mind.

I'm this scared but with you??

Maybe the risk's worth it!

Maybe it'll work out just fine.

Maybe we'll do just fine.

Maybe we'll learn to grow through the pain.

Maybe we'll be the other's positive ambiance.

Maybe we'll help turn our stumblers into steppers.

Maybe the journey will turn out good.

Maybe all we need is an assurance of our strengths.

A strength found in weakness, risen as worth.

Cos you are my solace,

A profound expression of my worth.

I sometimes wonder who you are,

To lone avail.

Alas! it is I which is You.

Cherishing your sacred view.