The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

In the quiet hours before dawn,
I search the fading horizon for your glow—
a beautiful angel adrift in celestial hues,
whispering guidance through the murmur of my heart.

I pen my confessions on fragile paper,
Each word is a plea cast into the vast unknown.
How I long for your presence—to have you near,
to help me decipher this tangled maze of now
and to hold back the overwhelming tide of tomorrow.

I stand at the crossroads of regret and hope,
haunted by echoes of lost chances.
Every missed step has etched its sorrow
upon the parchment of my soul,
And I wonder, where lies the delete button
to silence the pain in my relentless mind?

Yet even as I tremble before the uncertainty,
I find solace in the fragile beauty of today.
For in every breath, in every hesitant moment,
Your unseen voice beckons me to keep moving—
to learn the art of navigating the uncharted
With the courage that comes from within.

So, angel of light, listen to my yearning—
Let your wisdom be the gentle compass
that guides me through the storm of what-ifs,
transforming the weight of loss into tender strength,
and the mystery of the future
into a vast canvas of infinite possibility.

May your silent embrace remind me
that even in the darkest chapters,
The spark of hope still burns,
leading me, step by uncertain step,
toward the dawn of a new, resilient day.

Ms. Butterfly Genesis