I want you
but we have been
through that already,
like a tunnel in
the past. But
more, I want to hold you
apart from the world
protected from the pain of
his lies and his smile.
I want to wrap my arms around you,
like a harbor, and protect you
from this ugly storm.
I want to cocoon you, and
cradle you against my
chest, warm and
safe, to release you
only when you're ready.
And you would emerge
beautiful and new,
with colors soft like
winter mornings and
autumn afternoons.

But I can not do any of this,
my hands are too small,
and my reach is too short.
You must brave this
storm alone, beating
your wings against the
wind. But I know
that you will win, for
this storm will pass,
and this night will dawn,
and I know that this
butterfly can soar
forever.

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