Earthly Wings
Your life is your own
To do with what you choose
You might wonder why
We’re not told what will become
Where we will end up
Who will be by our side
Wouldn’t that be easier to know
Already the destination set
We could steer course toward it
Without doubting what’s next
Avoiding pondering and regret
But alas like any game or journey
We only really have the debut
All horizons span vastly forth
Through some dimmed from view
As we think ourselves not worthy of
Not capable of, attaining what we want
So we meander a little or a lot,
Chasing back to the roots of yourself
And searching great depths in your soul
To find our sense of self, uniquely within
Tangled sometimes in scrunches of uncertainty,
Of hurt, lingering in our thoughts, to be healed
Yet surely enough this seeming struggle
Does make it from worm form to butterfly
And gosh are those earthly wings beautiful
Shining with the strength we discover
The sureness that kindness is called for
And that compassion imbues our aura
From all that we’ve endured and overcome
Shows as intricate designs on these wings
That are more sensed than seen by the eye
For finding our own path and forming it
Is intrinsically done not to display our beauty
Instead this beauty resides as a pleasing peace
So here you are well along your way
Settled into yourself and choosing ever wisely
Balancing well what your soul calls for,
What your friends here and in spirit say,
With the array of options available onward.
Alas your butterfly form unfolds further
With every new flutter you spur.