“I wish I could crawl out of my skin,” you said,
like your soul was a black widow
creeping its way through this life, isolated and wary.
Well, I wish you could’ve seen your spirit
as the butterfly that it was
to the rest of the world, colorful and vibrant.
While you felt your body was a dark corner to inhabit,
with tangled webs spun by struggle and self-uncertainty,
to me, it was a cocoon of warmth and comfort —
a place to transform, a place to call home.
Your soul doesn’t crawl in the dark anymore.
Now, it has wings to fly limitlessly in light.