Beautiful departed butterfly; I have failed you after one day.
Empowered by your life force and spirit, I’ve allowed him to squash the caterpillar once again.
Dreams of following in your kaliedascope of a life. Fantasies of being loved and enjoyed are torn to bits by the one person who should lift me higher.
Instead, he runs errands with his father while I sit in the cocoon and cry. The pain and emptiness you never showed are all that I exude.
I picture Woodstock, wild flowers and floating breezes. Instead, I am chained to New York City (the place I hate the most by far) for a day at a spa, dinner and a night at a hotel.
Misery – not freedom.