I Chose (With Preface)

Butterflies

When we go beyond the fear of solitude and abandonment, and we realize we will not perish, the triumph and submission make us stronger.

It is as if we finally morph into the lovely butterfly of literature and light.

All artifice aside, along with foolish hopes and expectations, one is able to feel true happiness… a contentment earned.

A happiness not bestowed upon us, but a very personal achievement illuminated by the trials and tribulations that life presents us.

This search we lead in life, not knowing what the ethereal creature is that we search for so desperately, is not in vain.

So when we give up everything of lesser likeness, and go for our true inner  peace, our life is suddenly our own, no longer there to be taken by anyone, or metered out by any being.

The butterfly has taken flight.

I wrote the following on that day of epiphany:

I Chose

Today I chose it over the ocean
Over the trees, their fall leaves
A hawk perched high on a branch
Over the chandelier of sunlight broken
By a cathedral of trees
On azure waves: over sweet smelling flowers
Shaped like teacups and trumpets
Over my ivy garden where I once dreamt
Today I chose the steeper path
I stare defiantly at God’s wrath
I dare the world to encumber me
For I shall chose to shed its weight
And dwell with the stars and moon
Above the treetops
With the owls and night noise
Today I found a reservoir
I chose to find the font inside myself
I will lie down in crocuses
But rise again to the treetops
With owls and night noise
To lift me high
~Charlotte Greer