The spindle that has spun through years and tears slowly loses its rhythym of doubt
As she walks towards the end of the tunnel, suddenly “there’s light” she doth shout
The smell of grass, the sound of the sea pulls her gradually through the negativity
Only a glimmer of hope was needed, a need to which she could cling
Feeling the difference of doubt turn to hope she feels a glow deep within
She is changing, rearranging inside her very own cacoon
She will be different – she knows a change is coming soon
To realise she has a choice has allowed her to find her voice
So she walks through the brambles in her mind for she sees the light getting nearer in view she believes she can become a butterfly and so if you believe then you can too.
Michelle W.
