The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

I never mailed this, never pressed “send,” but it lives here, between my ribs and the quiet glow of the screen.

To the ones who held me steady when I was unraveling, to the voices that reminded me I was more than my shadows— thank you.

You came along, not to fix me, but to walk beside me as I learned to name myself, to stitch together the fragments into someone I could finally recognize.

Every echo of encouragement, every gentle hand on my shoulder, every reminder that becoming is not a race— I carry them like lanterns.

I am not finished, but I am here, and I am becoming. And because of you, I believe in the beauty of the unfinished.

So this is my unsent letter, my unsent prayer, my unsent poem: thank you for coming along. For seeing me, for helping me see myself.

Ms.Butterfly Genesis