Butterflies

Whenever I get butterflies in my stomach…shyt seems to gets real.

Gripping onto the precipice of change.

My heart is at a stand still.

I have always tried to walk in faith.

Many moments I just wanted to shy away.  Even though I stayed…the butterflies always came.

More often than not, they’d gotten their way…

Or so I thought.

My instinct was to avoid anything if it made my stomach knot.

Within this cycle…I’d forgotten

To fight for who I am.

I didn’t understand…

The flutters were not a warning,

Rather a helping hand.

Providing me with the energy to get through it and withstand.

Whatever it is..

Faith only grows from conquering fears over and over again.

Like metamorphosis we change.

The spiritual will never gain

If only our physical takes the reigns.

Through the longings and the pains

I continue to become the intention…

One upgrade after the next, a new invention.

Until it is finished.

Crawling on my belly,

Earning my wings

The butterfly effect is a mysterious thing.

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