What do you believe about god’s will?
or the proverbial treadmill of life
how do you relate to folklore or the strife held in a fairytale?
when we hear the “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your long hair”
is it a call from out there or from deep within
do you believe pumpkins can turn into carriages
or is it giving an unrealistic message?
what age do we stop believing in the magic of our world
the enigma that twirls inside each of us
when so often there is no room for it on our hectic calendar
and so we come a passenger in our own life
I wish to not be a corner at the end of my days
dissecting which parts of me died first
instead raise my fist and pound it into the earth
letting my knuckles bleed with dirt
to flirt with everything that comes my way
and I don’t mean that in a sexualized, romantic way
but allowing my spirit to play and entrusting my wild curiosity to lead the way
I don’t know how far away from or close I am to this fantasy
but I will keep knocking on the door of mastery
as I wade into the woods letting the butterflies guide me
watching them flit, dance and glide
setting down the reigns I can find myself holding to so tightly
the spreading stain of control glaring back at me
begging to be set free
so, how do you catch a butterfly?
or, do you even try?
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