Letting go of my own long-seeked happiness for the happiness
of another is such a hard thing to do. Its like letting loose of your most
precious possession in trade for a lollipop to be given to others. I'm
starting to feel the emptiness inside me, and its for mama's joy. I'm loosing
someone who loves me dearly, and it's for my mama's good. I'm doing things
definitely against my will, and its all for mama.
I'm not a trophy. I'm not a thing. I also have feelings. There
will come the time I will have to leave. All butterflies will fly. My wings
are just starting to grow, but the cocoon I am in wouldn't open---they won't
let it! How can this butterfly try it's wings? How can this butterfly enjoy
its life? How can this butterfly discover the consequences of living? How
can this butterfly learn how to fly? They'll probably just put it in a golden
cage, let that butterfly waste all its time and opportunities to enjoy life----
until it dies.
