What Happens Along The Way

I found an old, old poem, took some time to revise a bit and here it is. Maybe it will “speak” to a few people, because it seems to me that what happens along the way can make all the difference.

For Some Of Us

I once was a butterfly

Fragile, fleeing,

Fearing.

I am not now.

Now,

Cat-like, curious,

Independent,

I know what I want.

I pounce. I patrol.

I sleep through storms,

Accept new adventures,

And face the future

With a feline disposition,

Fearing nothing.

Judith DeChesere-Boyle - Revised 2014