I Use Now My Own Wings Poem

A child of small I am, skipping down the lane
My flip flops, they are flopping, as they hit the pave
My hair it is a bouncing, my curls are flying free
I’m alive, deep inside, I’m excited to be me

My skip it now becomes a jump, my hands, they try to catch
A butterfly of colours red, my hands they can’t attatch
My jump becomes now a run, as it flutters down the lane
My giggles heard for miles and miles, my echos bring the same

Then at last the flutter stops, my beauty on a leaf
I make no noise, not to scare, my butterfly for me
Gently my small hands do cup, gently they do close
In my hands, just stillness there, my butterfly now home

I slowly open, gap so small, in I take a peek
Before my eyes, in wonderous stare, my butterfly so meek
I take a look at their two wings, the freedom they do have
I let it go, I skip again, I use now my own wings

Love, light and healing energies too you all
Tm