“Perhaps the butterfly is proof that you can go through a great deal of darkness,
yet become beautiful.”
catacombs of change are dark and lonely,
hidden from sight,
confession is holy.
in the darkness,
and like the chrysalis
burdened by form,
in sanctuaries of renewal, faith is reborn….
perfectly sheltered from light and sound,
wrapped in sheaths
by arcane strength.
freed from the gravity of Earth’s dead weight,
bursting with deliverance,