Thu, 06/27/2019 - 16:16 -- FabianW

Butterflies take flight

Not knowing the havoc they cause.

I'm not sure if it's from fright

Or because there are no laws.


Their wings beat and beat

Along the walls of their cell.

Then they conquered a great feat:

The very point when I began to fail.


I thought to myself that I'm too nervous and that I wasn't ready

But my mom always said one step at a time

And I finally became steady.


I realized that this is the time where I conquer those bitter butterflies

And also that my life now is no longer kid size.


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