Butterfly

The butterfly landed and cried. No longer able to ignore its reality, no longer able to ignore the graying of the sky and the rain starting to come down. So she wept at the reality she had to face. Today I take it for what it is, she thought. I take what I refuse to see and acknowledge. My outside seeming to match my insides, a world crashing down. Tomorrow when sun comes up and things start to dry off I will be more aware, but not any less hopeful, for vision and clarity can still live in the same place. So she wept, rested, and worked on her self love and compassion and the very next day...when the sun came up and her wings had dried off...She. Took. Flight!