Emotions denied after so many years/
 
Now comes back to life and leaves me with fear/
 
Fear of the power and the passion within/
 
Fear of my inability to contain them/
 
Who is this passion that awakens in me?/
 
A voice, emotions and beautiful memories/
 
 
Oh, it’s you… I remember, it’s you/
 
 
So long has my pen been silent/
 
Leaving blank pieces of paper that I hide behind/
 
No words written/
 
No thoughts spoken/
 
Who is this person that adds fire to my small flame?/
 
By sharing emotions or saying my name/
 
 
Oh, it’s you… I remember, it’s you/
 
 
Even through silence my love remained/
 
Just waiting for a time for it to be unrestrained/
 
The silence is over, there’s no need to fear/
 
My voice shouts out as our hearts draw near/
 
Who is this passion, I’ve loved from the start?/
 
The one who unknowingly opened my heart/
 
 
Oh, it’s you… I remember, it’s you/ 
 
 
Black Butterfly.
 
 
Footnote: I have been asked time and time again about the courage it takes to put yourself out there in verse. It takes guts, balls and a dash of insanity. The battle to express yourself outwardly, ironically is fought internally. So I view this poem as a victory. It was sent to me by a poet who has no desire to have her own blog, book or bookings for shows. It was sent to me anonymously asking me to share. How could I not do exactly that in the face of such bravery?
 
GB.