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Butterfly

The power above us watches out for us always.  Even during the darkest times, he gives us the strength and willpower to battle all odds. He sends messages and secrets in various forms to assure his presence. The messenger differs for each person and can be even more than one.

In the deepest dark, filled with sorrow and pain
The vacuum engulfed the place
The air was thick, and breath seemed like an action
It was forced and irregular
I tried stopping it many times
But the wind filled my lungs
And forced itself out
My eyes ran out of tears
And the gasp was audible
Pain sliced and wriggled through me
My heart bled out, and it was down to the last drop
I gave up all hope
Even a wisp of air seemed far away
My faith swayed amidst the cry of loneliness
I never knew what to ask
Was it a peaceful everlasting sleep?
Or a happy life?
A flutter caressed me softly
The colours hued my dark world
As I lost my self in its beauty
A gentle breezed embraced me
A soft whisper reassured me
Invisible hands held me tightly
As I began breathing and hoping again
The messenger moved on 


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