The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

We are three days away
from entering 2026.

I don’t want promises,
not resolutions,
not the weight of another year
pressing against my chest.

I am just blessed
to see another year
under my belt.

2025 was all about lies,
about pretending healing
was something I could skip,
until my own truth
Hit me in the face.

Not a rock,
not a wound,
but her.

She became my truth
in more ways than one.
She was my guide,
my compass,
My hand is pulling me
out of what I thought
was impossible.

I never imagined
ripping myself away
from the identity
I carried for so many years.

Honestly—
Who was I going to be
If I did not hold tight
to the pain
of caring for everyone
But myself?

By: Ms. Butterfly Genesis