The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

In the silent arena of self,

There exists a muscle stronger than steel—
a restless mind that sings or strikes,
Weaving our truths with every beat.

When doubt casts shadows at midnight,
It spawns a thousand winding questions,
detouring our words and essence,
challenging the core of our existence.

They urge, “Be stronger than your thoughts,”
a call to quell the inner storm;
Yet, when each thought resonates loudly,
Silence becomes the most complex form.

For thoughts possess the spark of power,
defining who we are with every hue—
an echo of dreams and fears combined,
a canvas where our realities ensue.

We’re told to act before the mind unfolds,
Yet sometimes thinking feels like a chain,
a relentless critic pounding away,
Each reflection is a bittersweet refrain.

In the struggle to shut out clamoring doubts,
We desire a stillness, a quiet reprieve—
only to find that within that very turmoil
Lies are the chance to learn and to believe honestly.

Ms. Butterfly Genesis