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