The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

“Time for the Woman Becoming”
I cradle quietly like a mirror—
not to vanish,
But to see myself.

In the hush, I meet myself:
a woman wanting it all,
not in greed,
But in grace—
Love that steadies,
arms that stay
when nothing else does.

I gift myself these hours—
soft rebellions
against a world that rushes.
I listen for my name
beneath the noise.
I name myself anew
In stillness.

I’m learning that even
When life doesn’t bloom
The way I dreamed,
It gives me exactly
What I need
to grow anyway.

Ms. Butterfly Genesis