My Animal Friend

Walking slowly on this boulevard of broken dreams

This landscape doesn’t invite my hopes and dreams of being a sprite

Always on guard against being crushed

Elevating to a branch in a distant tree

Now encapsulated in a cocoon

Alone in this womb, trying to make room

Body changing vigorously

Painful transformation giving life to new aspirations

Breaking the layer of confinement

Learning to fly

Seeing the possibilities before me

No longer a common bug

Monarchs are highly sought after

As I rest upon this leaf in the rain

The range of emotions begins to stain my brain

It’s the refrain for me

Pretty Wings by Maxwell

Yes, it is me renewed

In pain constantly through the growth naturally

I heard…

A butterfly whispered rest when it rains as I do

Could it be possible that I have never seen a butterfly in the rain

As stress compounds in my 49th year here on this earth 

He reigns transcendently

When I feel worn down

My smile grows from within the frown

In this pause, my body fully relaxes

A sound bath of sorts engages my auditory receptors 

Nature cleansing sacred space 

Body aching through it all

Invigorated by the rainbow of it all

Lord have mercy

Lord have mercy

Chronic illness allows an uncanny stillness

Sifting through what could have been

Allows a time of reflection

As my hymn has been written

Daily, I praise GOD

Being able to wake up in my right mind is precious

Knowing the faculties of my body have been sustained

Butterflies dance upon me like a refrain

Reframing ideas of giving up

Lifting my head

As the wings wipe away my tears

Monarch

All hail the queen

As loyalty beams

The knees bow as the swords gleam

Is this history beckoning

As the butterfly travails the earth

The initial stage of transformation may be strange

Adapting to these new ways of survival

Brings forth a revival of life to admire

My arch in life was birthed out of survival

In the archival of strong black women

I surmised to hold it all in

In using that frame the combination of both ways led me to shame

They stop flying in the rain as to not damage their wings

Wolf and butterfly

Because of its ability to scar

Because of the mystery of intent

Because the initial markings resonate 

Because of the bite leaving lesions

Because skin tint that revealed this disease

Because of the transformation the body endures

Because the rash covers the same pattern

Because of the translucent phases of disgrace

Because of the flight our mind takes

Because of the cocoon of despair we shine bright from

White Butterfly

I know every time I see one

It is definitely you

Around this time of year

They appear and surround me with cheer

I was walking out of my doctor’s appointment

I told Mommy there he is

The butterfly flew all around us as we walked to the car

It even hung around the car until we pulled out of the space

In every struggle I have faced

Since you left this space

I always considered what you would say

The thought was always shrouded in laughter

Between you and Uncle Wade

You all were the only father figures I sought

Since mine didn’t want to participate

Thank you for making my life great

Your purpose in life

Has left many thoughts to debate

I know you were an angel on earth

So many needs of others met

It could have only been God sent

Memories of our time spent

Riding around the backroads of our nation’s capitol

Unknowingly building capital in my heart