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The Transformation
You made the transformation
Leaving behind the chrysalis that was your broken body
Your soul flew free like a butterfly
It was a good thing
But there are days when it saddens me
And makes me angry
That I can't talk to you any more
That I won't ever see you again
I suppose I'll feel differently when my time comes
And my soul breaks free of the chrysalis of my body
But sometimes it's hard to understand
Or to feel positive
You have this set of people saying you have to believe the way that they believe to be allowed into the butterfly garden
You have that set of people saying that there is no soul, and anyone who believes in such simply is delusional
Sometimes there's no comfort to be found for those of us
Who don't think that either of those things is true
In any case, it's all quite muddling to me
I'm always glad you're free of your suffering
But sometimes I feel left behind and lonely and I just wish I had an answer that made sense
You're beyond all of that now
Enjoy your transformation
Fly free
~Helena~
In memory of my father
This is lovely Helena, I often find healing through my poetry and I hope you find it within yours. Thank you for sharing your poem with OctPoWriMo.
ReplyDeleteIt is cathartic. Thank you for your kind words. :-)
DeleteSad ... and yet ... too bad there's all the crazy hucksters trying to gather souls.
ReplyDeleteAgreed. I don't have anything against anyone's particular belief system, unless they try to shove it down my throat. After all, the only thing that's sure when it comes to the afterlife is that none of us knows for sure how it will be.
DeleteThanks for visiting!
The butterfly shape of your poem cleverly accentuates the message.
ReplyDeleteThat was completely unintentional, in fact, I didn't notice until you pointed it out!
DeleteThanks for visiting.
What a beautiful tribute to your father. Thank you for sharing this with us. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you. :-)
DeleteBeautiful. Last year at this time my cousin Max discovered he had cancer. In just under two months, he had passed away leaving behind a wife and step son. This is the poem I would have wanted to write for him.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry for the loss of your cousin. Some cancers are extremely aggressive. My father held on for five years. He had prostate cancer.
DeleteA wonderful poem, thank you for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteThank you for stopping by to read it. :-)
Delete"And my soul breaks free of the chrysalis of my body" - Beautiful line.
ReplyDeleteThank you, on behalf of Helena. :-)
DeleteThis was my favorite line as well.
DeleteThank you, Tamara, on behalf of Helena. :-)
Deletea really beautiful take on the concept of chrysalis. Lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you, on behalf of Helena. :-)
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