Words Of Beauty

Soul Flutter

mornings

Her soul was a dancing butterfly

With stories to tell of her journey.

She fluttered on the petals of beauty

Grateful for all she’d been through to be able to fly.

Her scars showing as beautiful colors

Vibrant reminders of life’s struggles.

For it was in her moments of weakness and defeat

That her strength and light persevered.

Vulnerability; a gift.

Pain; her greatest teacher.

Love; the only thing that mattered.

– Sheree Trask

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