butterfly crowns

Dust from the rubble

of pieces of dreams

begin to rise

away

stolen,

ripped, torn

over the years,

chipped and tattered,

pulled at the corners, worn

from rhetoric. Pieces

of buried thoughts

pummeled into placation,

broken through

to a surge of hope

sequestered. Strength

emerges and soars

into the world of

beauty and intelligence

glittering,

fluttering,

convictions and perceptions

perched like tiaras

once again

to enjoy the purpose

of freewill and power

proudly inaugurated

respecting always

the delicate balance

of wearing

butterfly crowns.