The butterflies whisk away,

while the girl weeps.


closed blinds, locked door.


Yet she bends with the pressure of the world,

A thousand voices surrounding her,

drumming within her mind.

Every ounce of doubt that ever existed,


To fight,

would risk a lost.

To lose,

would risk what little control she has.

But then,

she has that one moment,

that one chance that maybe, just maybe she could win.

So she takes that chance,

and jumps.

Off the waterfall flooding of concern for other people’s thoughts.

Into the giant depth,

of unknown uncertainty.

To join the butterflies,

and grow her own wings.