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Butterfly RisingShe cries out into the stillness of the night:
"Why is this happening to ME?"
"Why are you hurting ME?"
"Why won't you leave ME alone?"
Her words float on the air, ascending upward,
then fall to the ground gently, as flakes of snow;
frozen tears from Heaven.
"Is anyone listening? Does anyone care?"
The heart grows cold, numb. Darkness beckons.
"Oh, just to sleep and never wake up!"
The constant pain. The ever-present need for
resolution, for closure.
But like an evil bird that refuses to return to the nest,
forsaking her own, so too relief keeps fleeing.
The noises in her head - a cacophony of confusion!
Unrelenting, unbearable, when will it end?
A Voice in the darkness, low and sweet, calling to her, beckoning her.
"Child, do you not know that you are loved?
Are you not aware that I hold your existence in the palm of my hand?
Like a butterfly you are to me.
Your broken wing; shall I not show pity?
I WILL heal your pain, I WILL nurtu
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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