The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

I open my heart to you, not polished or guarded,
But torn and trembling, willing.
I lay down love, not love as compassion,
But the need to be consumed by another—
so I may reclaim peace as one undivided,
So, my thoughts may still walk in silence, and my reactions follow gracefully.

Forgive the moments I’ve responded from the storm,
not the sanctuary,
The times I’ve chosen impulse over insight
And let your gift seem forgotten.

I bleed truth before you now:
Not perfect, but present.
Not pure by achievement,
But willing to begin.

Let my sacrifice not be sadness
but strength—
not a denial, but a devotion.
Make my mind up.
Make my spirit still.
And let your sacrifice ripple through me
as a renewal,
Not a regret.

Amen.

Ms. Butterfly Genesis