The Butterfly's Story
You captured me
Took advantage of my delicate nature
Knowing I could not fight
You chained me with your actions
And you left me sitting in darkness
I WILL RISE
Chains and darkness are not my destiny
I am meant to fly
Love comes and lights what you made dark
Gives me hope and strength
Freedom is calling
I WILL RISE
Lifted by Light I stretch out my wings
Your chains they pull
I pull harder
The promise of my future is stronger
Than the pain of my present
I WILL RISE
Torn and tattered by your actions
I rise as your chains fall away
The light of Love fills my broken and my empty
With Love lifting me
My fragility is stronger than your captivity.
I HAVE RISEN
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I love this, Karmen! My heart cries with each thought. So what I sometimes feel. But WE WILL RISE again and again! Thank you so much for blessing me today!
ReplyDeleteYou are welcome. Thank you for being here, reading, and commenting. You are a blessing.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful pos and art work Karmen. I enjoyed stopping by!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteI was sinking deep in sin, far from the peaceful shore, very deeply stained with sin, sinking to rise no more, but the Master of the sea heard my despairing cry, from the waters lifted me, now safe am I! Love lifted me...love lifted me...when nothing else could help love lifted me! I haven't sang this hymn in years & was surprised to even remember it this well, but it came to mind as I was reading your lovely poetry. Love & prayers, in Jesus, Cynthia
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ReplyDeleteA free bird leaps on the back of the wind
and floats downstream till the current ends
and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
can seldom see through his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.”
― Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
I'm so glad that butterfly is taking flight and breaking the chains. Fly butterfly fly.
Karmen, this is amazing. Your words and your painting blessed me first thing this morning. Thank you, thank you!
ReplyDelete"I will rise" Beautiful poetry and art work. Beautiful and powerful!
ReplyDeleteI LOVE this!! And the is painting beautiful!! (And the wing!-the broken part-that detail says so much) thank you!
ReplyDeleteWow! I am so glad that this touched so many of you! Thank you!
ReplyDeleteI am loving watching you rise through the telling of your story... it gets me so excited. You are already touching more people than you know, and this, I'm confident, is lighting fires.
ReplyDeleteThank you Amber! I am so glad we are friends. I love you.
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