The Butterfly

I was strolling through an english garden
When I spotted a caccoon
Neatly tucked inside I knew
A butterfly just waiting to bloom.
It didn't look like much just then
But as the days went by
I knew that something was happening there,
And it caught my eye.
So one rainy afternoon as I was passing by again
I stopped and hesitated
And as I watched, just then...
The cacoon broke open and revealed a beautiful sight
A multi-colored butterfly ready to take flight.
It glided among the leaves and trees
It didn't touch the ground
This gorgeous creature swooping and soaring
Making not one sound.
I'd like to be like that butterfly
And come bursting from my shell
To reveal the me that I don\'t let
Anyone know very well.
I'd like to have that freedom
To dip and dive and soar
And not be burdened with struggles
Held inside anymore.
Maybe one day someone will pass me by
And stop to have another look
And then I'll too, come bursting forth
My heart an open book.

Hi all..I used to write under a name..Amber Rose a long time ago so thought I would repost this under my name, I actually liked this one...it describes how I used to feel..until I met the love of my life on this site..we get married March 26th!!! and now..my heart IS an open book..thx for reading..Michelle