The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

My mind is a fortress, steel and flame,
Stronger than sinew, untouched by pain.
It holds me up when I want to fold,
A silent guardian, fierce and bold.

But strength is fickle when hearts betray—
He haunts my thoughts day after day.
I run from memories, yet they stay,
Pulling my heart, though I’m miles away.

I wish my heart could match the might
Of this relentless, sharpened sight.
If feelings bent to intellect’s sway,
I’d rise with calm and walk away.

Still, I hope—as minds outgrow their chain—
That I’ll embody this quiet refrain:
Strong enough, come what may,
To choose myself and walk away.

By: Ms. Butterfly Genesis