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As I sat quietly at my favorite booth
Enjoying my brief solitude
Watching people's expressions
Imagining their lives
I reached for my pen 
And started to write

Suddenly the scent of musk hit my nostrils
I looked up slowly,
Curious at what my eyes would discover
The ink spread all over the arms
The leather jacket had its charms

"I've seen you before, you always come here"
He asked to see my notebook
Before I could reply he gently lifted it up
Curiosity hit me, yet the words would not rush up
I rised up and cordially said "goodbye"
As I left, he whispered "goodbye butterfly"

"Butterfly" a term many have chosen for me
They can see the light and the shadow within
No need for words to explain how I earned my wings
Their soul understands mine
Beautiful souls; tortured yet divine. 

A brief but magical life,
I am but a tenant of life's wisdom and desires
Adrenaline and pain are found within my soul
My oxygen is my art
It's expression keeps me whole

I spread my arms as I walked by
Some people stared, confused and alarmed
Feeling the wind against my face
I knew they wished to do the same
"Butterflies are free"
I whispered to myself.

I coul feel my spirit soar
For a moment, I broke my own walls
Walls created to protect my own secrets
My torments and my dreams
A chaotic spirit resides within

As I walked, the wind caressed my skin
I could feel life smiling 
The fire burning within
Like a strong yet gentle lover it covered me
"Trust me" it seemed to scream

How magical are the moments 
When a soul without knowing 
Recognizes itself in another
Like old friends passing by
Saying "hello" to each other

Life reflects our light and our darkness 
It is up to us to learn to listen to our sadness
To dance with our shadow 
So we may embrace its sweet breath
Which unfolds naturally bringing you back to life
Offering you its most valuable gift
Wisdom, love and strength combined

An elusive yet beautiful creature
Its magical dance a sight to behold
For some it restitutes our faith in life
It bring us back to our innocence
Where our gently sins are not condemned
But life simple flows and blends

A caterpillar which buried itself in the dark
Emerging with wings, it learns to fly
Where imperfections simply add to its shine
Butterfly, that is what I am. 

-Sofia E. Falcone-

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By Sofia Falcone

I passionately believe one person can make a difference. I write from my own experiences and interests. It is my greatest hope that by writing about my own challenges, victories, hopes and learnings, others may feel inspired to believe more in their inner power and to fully embrace themselves!


  1. Beautiful expression as always Sofia..
    Yes, not many have the courage to fly to be just themselves,fly in the direction they choose.
    It feels good when someone recognises your attitude and needs and appreciates them .
    Yes , you are a butterfly.
    Fly free.
    Stay blessed always.


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