I tred lightly
placing gentle footsteps
on the glistening path
The fog is clearing
rays of sunlight shine through
lifting my hopes and warming my cold hands
Allowing me to see
the loving faces of my family
their hands reaching out to me
holding me
supporting me
They have guided me here to this sunlit path
of self discovery
surrounded by beauty
Not an easy path
the flutter of butterfly wings
match my heartbeat
apprehensive yet
full of determination
For although I may stumble
I will not fall
I am strong and will prevail
I will wait with the patience of the catapillar
I will bide my time
tred slowley
learning the dance of life
the flight of the butterflies
For when I am strong enough I too will fly high in freedom.
I wrote this poem for my parents, I wanted them to know how much their love and support meant to me whilst I was ill
