The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

I ride the rails of a storm-spun soul,
tested by flames, I swore I’d tame.
The world asked me to rise,
But I curled beneath the weight of “not yet.”

My mind stands sharp—unbothered,
a fortress built on I-don’t-care-anymore.
But my heart?
She clings to threads like lifelines,
prays in bruised whispers
that nothing else shatters.

Impossibility isn’t the truth;
It is just fear dressed in shadows.
And I?
I am waiting
For the day, I walk through
without hiding.

Ms. Butterfly Genesis