The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

She used to whisper her worries into the wind,
hoping someone would catch them,
translate them into answers,
or at least into softer days.

She used to count complaints like rosary beads—
each one a prayer for a life she hadn’t yet lived,
a version of herself she hadn’t yet met.

But lately, she’s been quiet.
Not silent.
Just… still.
Listening to the echo of her growth.

The things she once cursed
Now wear halos.
The obstacles?
They were architects.
The delays?
Designs in disguise.

She walks taller now—
not because the world shrank,
But because she rose.

She’s proud.
Not loud.
But proud.
Of the way she no longer flinches at her reflection,
of the way she no longer begs the past to rewrite itself.

There’s still work to do.
She knows.
But she’s no longer afraid of the scaffolding.
She’s learning to love the construction zone.

She is—
today—
more confident than the girl who woke up yesterday.
And tomorrow?
She’ll thank today for not giving up.

By: Ms. Butterfly Genesis