The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

No shame in my game.
I asked for help—
not because I was weak,
but because I was ready.
Ready to rise.
Ready to shed the version of me
that settled for survival
and step into the one
Who demands joy?

Asking isn’t a weakness.
It’s a mirror.
It’s a door.
It’s a dare to become
Who you were always meant to be.

I took what was given.
I used it.
I built with it.
I loved myself harder
than I ever thought possible.

Short poem.
Long healing.
Infinite power.

By: Ms. Butterfly Genesis