Coming Into My Own

Looking at my reflection


Standing in front of framed glass


Running fingers gently over curves


Feeling blossoms which


Were once only buds


Turning in 360


As a flowing ballerina


Music flowing from the


Keys of my own thoughts


Slender legs so shapely


The eyes see no end


I have come into my own


Whom once was an ugly duckling


Locks of golden curls lying


Ever so gently against milky skin


Today is my birthday


I smile as I lift my dress over my head


It falls smoothly filling each bend


Satan slippers grace each foot


Golden beads hug a touchable neck


Matching dangles dripping from each lobe


I am no longer a child I say to myself


As I look one more time at my


Reflection smiling back at me


It is time, exactly as planned


To enter a new era


Walk through new doors


Experience my first kiss


I must go I hear them


Calling out to me


As I make my first entrance


Shadow of youth following


Leaving it at the door


As a moth becomes


A butterfly


So have I now become a woman


Terry Shepherd




Pascale Hutton wearing Paul Hardy - Heart and ...

Daily Prompt; Karma Chameleon/ The Daily Post

English: Photograph of a Monarch Butterfly.

Reincarnation: do you believe in it?

I do not believe in reincarnation. My belief is that God created us and God takes us back to dust. We go to heaven or we go to hell according to how we lived our lives.

If I was going to possibly return after my death, I would love to come back as a butterfly. I would be light with no weight problems. I would be beautiful and admired but never jealous of. I would add smiles to people’s lives. As most people who observe a butterfly do so with hope of a new Spring, sunshine and faith for the future.

I would be delicate with no over-bearing attitude. I would never be guilty of hurting others with painful words. If I would find myself blending in too well  where I was I could easily fly into a new area.

I would be among other beautiful butterflies. We would all be equal with no one believing they were more beautiful or ranking higher than another. What a beautiful world I would live in.

Now I am forced to think daily on decisions that I make, which words I choose to say, and I can decide how I want my inner and outer body to look. I can almost make too many decisions but have to suffer the consequences of some  my choices. It is a hard road to follow but the grand prize in the end for me is heaven. To walk among my Lord is well worth the efforts that I make each day.