Butterflies
The life after death
Metamorphosing
Spirits of the past life
Guide me with your wings
Take me to Zion
The pinnacle of your light
I stand in your shadows
Afraid
I am not worthy
To live a life wanted
Fumbling my body around
My being lie passageway
Blood, skin and bones
Disregarded
Thrown away
When the light shines
They run like roach
Rampant and free
I stand in my light
Alone
Carrying on
Thriving in my fight
Spread my wings
I take you in
Lie vessel to your sin
Broken, beaten and beautiful
I take you in
My butterfly
Please guide me to better days
To not feel this way
Bring me to this monolith
Allow me to rest my soul
Feed off your light
My life after death
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FlowerGirlElle
Find beauty in your growth, each step you take is a pebble creating mountains. You will overpower all to acquire that you desire n require. Have blind faith in urself bcos you will succeed. ... The spaces in between . . . imperfections of growth reaching towards Zion continuing tradition creating habit flower blooming I am alive. 🌸
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