The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

I once wandered these crowded streets
chasing fleeting nods and whispered applause,
Each face a mirror reflecting a part of me
I thought, defined by the world’s gaze.

In every gentle smile, every hesitant hand—
I sought validation that slipped away
like autumn leaves carried on an indifferent wind,
a reminder that no crowd could ever hold me whole.

Now, in the quiet pulse of my heartbeat,
I carve out a sanctuary where only my truth sings.
I no longer bend for the echo of distant cheers;
my solitary voice is enough—firm.

For all the roads I believed needed paving
With borrowed lights and unearned acceptance,
I now walk the untrodden path of self-discovery,
where every step is mine—and perfectly enough.

Ms. Butterfly Genesis