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Transformation

The Cerulean Butterfly

By A. R. AmbrosiPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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The cerulean butterfly

Has escaped

From a fallen hemline

Frayed and threadbare

The lies that clothed me

Now fall from my body

I drink in these elixirs of promise

Magic potions made of earth

To make me whole again

My elbows are bruised

From propping myself up

To see over the mountain

Of that one big, fantastical lie

Back then I swallowed that deception

Like a pill to cure the condition

Of being human

Like water fed

To thirsting lips

But none of it was pure

The caged butterfly would escape

But instead of from a fallen hemline

From a coat that no longer fits

That one came

From my throat

Coaxed out by swollen fingers

A beautiful, winged glory

Stained with self-loathing

But that was then

Now I drink these elixirs

Now I eat from the plate

Of Mother Nature

Leaves that grow in soil

Herbs that drink in sun

And I contort myself

To complicated postures

Gestures

Of hopefulness

Of tentativeness

Of asking

Can this really work?

Until once-snug fabric

Tents around my body

The body I once hid within

Imprisoned by shame

Now I mix powders

Made of flowers

Like an alchemist

An herbalist

A witch

To soothe away my fears

Of never being small enough

To nourish a body

That's good enough

To live within

Not hide within

I transform myself

The right way

And today

The cerulean butterfly escaped

I'll never see it again

Once I would have mourned its absence

Like the lonely child I was

But now I'm glad to see it go

Freed now

From its deceptive beauty

Its hurtful manipulations

Freed

From a beautiful butterfly

Who always told me

I wouldn't be good enough

Or thin enough

Or pretty enough

Until I had xylophone ribs

Until I was walking bones

Freed

From a winged death

Posing as beauty

As a promise

As a ravishing girl

With the perfect body

As the impossible lie

Impossible only because

The butterfly made it impossible

inspirational
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About the Creator

A. R. Ambrosi

I like to write, if that makes me a writer, then rock on!

I started writing as a child because I ran out of stuff to read. So, I only write stuff that I like. If you like it too, awesome! Enjoy! ^_^

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