My Butterflies Rising

- butterflies rising -

there is

nothing i could lose

that i would miss

as much as i have missed

the feel of my own soul

when i wasn't listening to it,

and i'm listening now..

and it's telling me

that i am meant to be

where my lungs can breathe easy

and where there's wing-shaped air

to stretch into all around me

—poem by butterflies rising

https://butterfliesrising.com/wing-shaped-air/

Note: after inhaling butterflies rising poem, i exhaled my own…

MY BUTTERFLIES RISING

There is

Nothing I could lose

That I would miss

As much as I have already missed—

The feel of my newborn daughters breath

Listening to her,

Alive on my chest

Before her last breath

And I am still listening to her now

In my own breath

And she’s telling me

That I am meant to be

Where my lungs can breathe easy

And where there is wing shaped air

To stretch into all around me—

The butterflies all around me

That I cannot see,

Yet sensed by the rising in me,

We are neverlost,

Always free