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

 

03/06/2013

 

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Daily Prompt; Karma Chameleon/ The Daily Post


English: Photograph of a Monarch Butterfly.

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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.