I write again,
In what seems like a lifetime,
Because, in truth, it is.
Like the butterfly,
The person once was
Is unrecognizable.
I’m reminded as I scroll,
Parts of me, forgotten;
Parts of me to reclaim.
Parts that will never be again,
Parts that are left to discover.
Tears of grief may fall,
But they will be replaced by hope.
Because, I write again.
Lauren M. Phillips 