The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

In the stillness, I linger,
A traveler lost between roads,
Footsteps echo in the same hollow,
Dreams perched on horizons untold.

The clock whispers of missed moments,
Yet time cradles me, unyielding,
Perhaps it’s not the journey that’s delayed,
But the strength within is still building.

For how can I sail distant seas,
When my own heart lies adrift?
The map I seek lies deep within,
My essence, my anchor, my gift.

So, I offer my time, my devotion,
To mend the threads of my being,
Before I chart the stars ahead,
And embrace the life I’m seeing.

Ms. Butterfly Genesis