Free writing

I followed a butterfly into the woods I admired the little butterfly.

I dreamed I was flying behind him. We had a magical time just being butterflies. Jealously grew inside of me as my butterfly exterior melted off.  I came back to the realization that I was myself again.

The butterfly kept flying. I wanted to fly with it into another life. A tear dropped as I gazed at the butterfly  flying away. I knew that type of freedom the butterfly has I can only dream about. As I went back on to the plantation my hands ached they shared the pain with my knees.

From picking cotton.

Something over me!

As I sleep I feel something over me.

Is it you? The one I lost from my womb. I still grieve you.

It’s sometimes suppressing , could it be death making his mark that counts my days down? 

Neutral is the energy. I can’t tell if I am just dreaming or if something is truly there sitting on me.

Angels have never come to visit me before I doubt there`s one over me. This energy is inevitable, it’s personal. Darkness mixed with the daylight. It is hot and cold. It sends a shiver to my soul which awakes me. Startles me into a panic. As I sleep I feel something over me.

Something over me!

As I sleep I feel something over me.

Is it you? The one I lost from my womb. I still grieve you.

It’s sometimes suppressing , could it be death making his mark that counts my days down? 

Neutral is the energy. I can’t tell if I am just dreaming or if something is truly there sitting on me.

Angels have never come to visit me before I doubt there`s one over me. This energy is inevitable, it’s personal. Darkness mixed with the daylight. It is hot and cold. It sends a shiver to my soul which awakes me. Startles me into a panic. As I sleep I feel something over me.