For there will be no silver or gold
just glitter upon my hands
ashes at my feet

Before the calm
The understanding
The acceptance
The rage
The fear
Courage

The moment you see you are enough
Is the exact moment you view our world differently

Through fire
I have found myself in ashes deep
Ventured out where angels play
Grinned at statues locked in sleep

Rain quenches thirsty skin
Eyes locked tight avoid the day

Captured a butterfly
Hid it away
Wings flutter
Pounding
Silent drums

Set her free when the moment comes

Through fire
I have found myself in ashes deep

Lay down where my angel will sleep
Statues heads bow in prayer
Rain to wash skin so scorched
Eyes shut tight avoid the day

Released the butterfly
Watched as she flew so far away

❤ Leigh
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