you won’t find
this version of me that
i’m growing into begging for
or clinging to anything…
because nothing that is for me
will need to be gripped or clawed at…
just inhaled and taken in as it falls
all around me like golden
morning light
– butterflies rising
‘you won’t find this version of me that i’m growing into begging for‘ is a poem by the author butterflies rising that is an expanded version her poem ‘nothing that is for me will need to be gripped or clawed at‘ that is published in her poetry book ‘wild spirit, soft heart’.
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