The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

I wish you could see me now.
Not because I need you to, but because I finally can.
I’m in the most peaceful place I’ve ever known.
If I had known then what I know now, I would’ve fought harder to find myself sooner.
But this version of me needed time to bloom.
She’s softer. She’s stronger. She’s mine.
Peace isn’t just a feeling—it’s a face, and today it looks like me.