i am like the caterpillar
who will eventually shed my cocoon
much like the moth to a flame
it is a cycle i can't seem to shake
loss, pain, healing, hope, trust, love and back to pain
each time intensifying taking more of me
piece by peace by piece until there is but a hollow shell
and unlike the phoenix
my last dance with these flames are my last
no resurrection, no triumphant return from despair
just the charred remains of a butterfly, fallen, gasping' for air