Like a butterfly in glass, I want to fly away to you but the invisible walls contain me. It’s not time.

Hard to accept when I feel your words calling to me.

Your soul beckoning me with its pull.

Come to me, you say in one breath; stay, you say in another.

I taste your lips on mine and pray I make my way to you

As a butterfly chases its freedom.

So will I.

Author: Rachel Thompson