"The Chrysalis is Gone"

Fragments of past lives,
Memories of comfort and warmth, lie
Scattered amongst the debris,
Snapping, crunching and rustling
As you pass by.
Things you once cherished, while they are
Still cherished somewhere inside,
Have been shed like
The husk of a butterfly chrysalis , allowing the
The husk of a butterfly chrysalis , allowing the
New  ^And Improved‍‍‍   you to emerge into the light of a
New day.
New loves, new friends, newborn
Family fill the spaces left by the old,
But of Course, they can never replace the old.
The old loves, the memories of that
Old comfy chair,
Will always be a
Part of you, of who you are.

The Chrysalis is gone, the
New Butterfly is born.

“The Chrysalis is Gone”

^by
Jerry E Smith
©12/29/15
House Rocking Chair
Butterfly Chrysalis

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