Butterflies

We used to write compositions talking about feeling butterflies in our stomachs.As it would turn out I used to write that and never felt it.I now do feel them and all I can say is the feeling is better than writing about it.When I look at my smile in the mirror I know for a fact that this is a beautiful feeling.I do not take for granted this space that I am in for it is an answered prayer and above all it is a beautiful miracle .I wouldn’t have gotten this far on my own,heck I would never have survived any of it on my own.Am girl with who loves peace and my dreams had this picture where I didn’t have to worry about a thing.As it would turn out adulting is the ghetto and there’s not a day you wouldn’t have to worry. Ain’t that the painful truth about human existence.I have a achieved one thing though, contentment.Each day comes with it’s own surprises but I know for a fact that the goal is to stay sane.To enjoy the butterflies,to smile and realize that what I have right here , right now was once the dream . Oh and the butterflies come with a glow a smooth skin and good sleep.Now I can write about them, for I have felt them and I have loved every second of it.