Words like caterpillars grow
Too cocoon themselves for a while
To later burst forth into a poem
And like a butterfly
Sets flight
Inside my soul
It wells up
Stirs up
Feelings and thoughts
I can’t control
Of depth
Of Spirit
Burning in my soul
I quickly grab a pencil
To let it flow
From the depth of spirit and soul
Up the steps to my mind
Words released through my finger tips
To wash over you
Over me
To be free
Like the butterflies
They give flight to all that binds
To all the things that have confined.
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