I saw a butterfly with a wing and a half today. Fully functional. What does that even mean? When you can work against your predators. All of those harmful difficulties. How much longer do I have to fight until I lose the other wing. When this piece of my soul was cut off was it the negative or positive? Was the butterfly looking at it and thinking it could've been worse while sitting on that flower? I saw a butterfly today with a wing and a half and I asked myself, "how can I be as beautiful as something with perfect imperfections." I cut a piece off. Just a small fraction of the negative. I slice a piece again. One little groove for better flight. I thin it out. The lighter the weight on my shoulders the higher I can go. I take off. Feel the breeze. Take a breath. I look back. A wing and a half. Fully functional. Perfect Imperfection.
©katherine
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