The Price of Being Me

I sold my soul once to be loved by someone who never realized my value.
Possibly, because I did not realize my value.
Regaining my identity was even more costly,
but I was worth it!
After 10 wasted years
and gallons of unshed tears,
I ransomed my soul back.
I found freedom in the silence of being alone once again.

From flutterby to the caccoon of someone elses whimsy.
Then breaking free,
Crawling....learning again to walk,
and now to fly once more.
I have learned to allow the world to influence me
but never again to change me.
I am and always will remain
winged,
beautiful,
and free.

A Flutterby