We Are All Butterflies Mary Aileen Labios
On a midnight summer’s dream Awoken by an unfamiliar gleam A butterfly resting on my hand An image I could not understand A scenario came to my vision A moment, a chance, a decision As the images blur my sight The memory came to light Endless possibilities lie in a moment My words, a catalyst, an instrument Creating a reverberation of consequences Numbing me down to my senses The truth is revealed and I could not deny I’m not in control, but I could rectify As the butterfly flutters its wings away I woke up with a promise to be careful of what I say
Illustration by Emmy Nava
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