The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

Dear Self
I don’t know where to begin,
I don’t know where to end,
But I know these words must flow.
For every single thing I’ve ever told you
Deserves to echo back, to remind you—
You’re smart, you’re driven,
You’re outspoken, fearless,
Unyielding in pursuit of what you want.

You crave a life only you can build,
A dream shaped by your own hands.
And yet, approval,
The weight of wanting it—
It stops you cold.
But listen closely:
Not everyone will gift you
The support you’ve longed for,
Yearned for,
I felt you needed to survive.

Understand this:
You are enough.
All you need is you—
This truth, this power.
Everything else is but the paint on your canvas,
Cosmetic, fleeting, inconsequential.

Ms. Butterfly Genesis