To trace the outline of my life,
I use a simple pen and paper.
Sometimes I use colors.
Sometimes black is good enough.
I do not share my insights.
My thoughts are deep and personal.
I grow stronger each time I write.
I did not find this door into my heart myself.
I merely emulate the experience of my forebears.
When they make a suggestion,
I listen to their guidance with care.
I long to live as if I were a butterfly.
I could be carried away on the wind.
As I come close to a flower,
I will be filled with love.
The aroma from the petals lifts me up.
I would land softly and enjoy the day.
W. Wayne B.
Poetry book: Eyes of Hope
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© 2017 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Monarch Butterfly. By Peter Miller [Image license]