Butterfly wings

They look at me in concern,

They worry, you see,

I can see it in their faces, their expressions,

When they ask, “how is the search going?”

Yes, they are all concerned,

These people that love me,

About when I will get back on the wheel,

And look for a man,

To settle down with.

I am grieving,

Getting over a broken heart’s no joke,

But like a paradox of something sweet and sour,

My broken heart was a blessing in disguise,

It made me open my eyes,

And realize I have been letting my dreams pass me by,

So slowly like a bear wakes from its slumber,

I am slowly using the broken pieces of me,

To create something beautiful.

I am free,

To be me,

To do what I have always wanted.

I have finally stopped giving a damn,

Stopped wanting things that don’t make me happy,

Things that break me, that suffocate my dreams.

Its time for my dreams to breath,

For them to fly and soar.

Yes, I want that man,

But when I am ready,

Not now,

I am a larvae emerging from a cocoon,

Becoming the butterfly I was meant to be,

And right now there’s no space for anything else,

Except learning how to fly.